The Silverscale Arena Ep. 43: August 2025

by Baskerra_Hellmane

Summary:

Welcome, one and all, to the 43rd episode in a series of adventures related to the craziest and most deadly arena created! 48 characters in teams of 4 compete to survive! In this one, the combatants find themselves in a map that's basically what remains of the defunct Mann Co...and it looks like an artificial intelligence based off the villainous Gray Mann is running the place, ready to destroy everything as a final act of spite. Can they stop the incoming hordes of money-powered robots?

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Chapter 1: Team Introductions / The First Wave

The Silverscale Lounge Arena

Ep. 43: August 2025

Hosted by Baskerra “Lounge Bitch” Hellmane

All in favor of our Lounge’s Founders

(DISCLAIMER: All characters in sexual situations are 18 and over. Just to let you know)

 

Part 1: Mann Vs. Machine

 

(The story of the war between the Mann Brothers is a long and complicated one. On an alternate version of Earth located in the Steam Universe, their never-ending war for domination over certain parts of land was built upon pride and utter stupidity. What were the brothers fighting for? Gravel.

Yes, gravel. Something they were tricked into thinking was a valuable resource worth spending a near-forever war over.

So many resources wasted. So much blood spilled. So many times did two teams of mercenaries (one side being RED, the other being BLU) do battle, dying only to resurrect and fight again. A number of other things went down, like the attack of Merasmus the magician, a bunch of yetis, and so forth.

But such a conflict would come crumbling down when a new figure entered the fray: the long-lost Mann brother known as Grey Mann.

Unlike his brothers, he was far more calculating and methodical, orchestrating their deaths and eventually taking over Mann Co. itself. He accomplished with not only his smarts, but also a legion of mechanical men powered by money. May have not been the smartest move, that last bit, but it got the job done.

They would travel to various Mann Co. owned areas, overrunning the place before ensuring a bomb or a tank would be dropped into the interior area, reducing the place to a smoldering wasteland. Thankfully, the mercenaries of both RED and BLU would always team up to combat these threats, upgrading their equipment after using the very money used to power the now destroyed robots.

Much more stuff happened and Gray Mann would soon be slain. Overtime, Mann Co. would also fade away, the RED Mercenaries moving on with their lives, while the BLU mercenaries’ status remains unknown.

But Gray Mann was the kind of guy to have contingency plans in case anything went particularly south. The spite-filled old man had uploaded his consciousness into another computer upon death, the computer connected to his last robot factory. He still had enough money to power an entire legion of robots and, right now, the factory was starting to awaken again.

Perhaps the work of Aresdemonia? Most likely. That demon LOVED to invade video game-based worlds, causing all kinds of mayhem.

What was Gray Mann’s goal? Well, he wasn’t particularly pleased in terms of how the world had moved on from him. The Australium he coveted was gone. Mann Co. was no more. All he had left…was the annihilation of all life on the planet. One last hate-fueled move to remind the world to fear him.

But it seems all is not lost for this one section where the factory is located. It was a large ghost town surrounded by miles of dead forest, one of the large wooden buildings serving as an upgrade station for the brave warriors who would find themselves teleported to this place.

12 boxes, each one containing four characters, were now in these woods, ready to open up and unleash the 48 combatants unto the empty town. For the next couple of days, they would face wave upon wave of robots, most based on the mercenaries of Mann Co. The most powerful of the combatants would  find themselves nerfed, only able to regain their abilities by upgrading themselves at the station. This would require them to defeat as many robots as they could.

All the while, making sure the robots didn’t succeed in their plan to destroy the whole town with their bombs, as well as spread out past the town to ravage the world.

 48 Characters, 12 ‘Teams’. 1 chance to finally end this robotic terror…)

 

Team #1: Golden27

 

“Well, I’ll be tongue-tied like a Texan suckin’ on a sour sucker! Where the heck am I now?!”

Sandy Cheeks was a woman of science and thrill-seeking, so something like this was obviously getting her attention. The fact that the squirrel anthro didn’t have any clue as to how she got sent here was bothering her, though.

Quickly, she saw that she wasn’t alone. One of the residents was a rather muscular human in strange green armor, a pelt of green fur around his waist. He looked just as surprised as the rest of them, yet he exuded a sort of gentleness that put her at ease.

The other was a blue-haired woman with a spellbook, her eyes darting around after receiving the announcement of what was to be done. Despite her confusion, she kept up a cheerful smile, not allowing her shock to bring down the mood. “There must be some higher purpose to this. Maybe just to prevent evil from winning?”

“At ease.” A large muscular figure stepped in, the squirrel blushing as she got a good look at the mountain of a yeti. “I’ve seen this before.”

“Well, I’ll be. You work out, partner?” She asked before she realized something. “Wait a Texan minute. What do you mean by that?”

Skips, the yeti that was speaking, rubbed his chin. “This is the work of cosmic forces beyond our recognition. Beings that would see us fight for our own amusement have decided to, instead, ensure that a greater evil is prevented from speaking across this world. In short…who here is prepared to fight for their lives?”

“If it means saving a world, then count me in!” Lana happily said, while Broly just continued to look confused.

“Um…alright. I don’t want to hurt anybody…but if these people we’re fighting are bad…” He stood up, giving Skips a more curious glance. “Saiyan?”

“No, but I get why you’d ask that. Now, then…” The yeti skipped towards the entrance, cracking his knuckles. “On the count of three…stay behind me. Spreading out means whatever’s out there can single us out more.”

“That ain’t fair. Lettin’ you have all the fun.” Despite lacking any equipment, like a lasso or a laser blaster, Sandy was perfectly content with using mere karate chops to reduce these robots to scrap. Wouldn’t be the first time she’d done such a thing.

She had stepped past the yeti right as the doors began to open, the sound of clanking metal causing her ears to flick.  

 

Team #2: Meow

 

For the now 20-something Glitch Tech known as Miko Kuboto, being in a scenario where she was surrounded by potentially so many video game characters sounded like a dream come true. Even though it was kind of freaky getting plucked from what she was doing and being separated from her friends, she was up for the challenge.

What she didn’t expect was to get placed with characters that she had absolutely no knowledge of. It kind of perturbed her, but, again, she wasn’t one to give up so easily. Heck, this was the same gamer that absolutely DESPISED walkthroughs and tutorials, preferring to learn things on her own.

That didn’t stop her from nearly getting blasted at point-blank range by the blaster of a Gunslinger-like being that shimmered like time/space made up its very being. “Okay! What kind of Glitch are you supposed to be?” She wondered, suddenly realizing she didn’t have her ranged weapon on her. “Ah, heck!”

The Paradox may was a glitch, but not the kind she was thinking of. This kind of glitch was one that happened to the space/time continuum from so many pasts getting ‘killed’. Silently, it walked towards her, fully intending to reduce her to pixels through its sole weapon.

“Hurts…everything hurts…” Slithering next to the Glitch Tech was a pitiful mass of melted gray flesh and cartoonish bone. Heck, his very name was Melting! He was gripping a large glok as he looked around, not sure what to do and feeling, as usual, very tired.

“YIKES! What happened to you?!” Miko exclaimed, wincing at the gruesome sight before a hail of bullets forced her to backflip out of the way. “Okay, that’s it! Time to crush this practice round!”

A hideous glitchy sound caused all three to freeze, as a glowing purple/tan mass of pixels formed into an irregular upwards-facing rectangle. Now, THIS Glitch was something Miko recognized. “Oh…so many creepypastas read and here I am…” She breathed, taking a step back as she felt the raw power of this strange Bird-Type Pokemon.

Volts crackled around its frame, the shapes of several other Pokemon trying to escape it before it suddenly crashed into the door, causing it to start glitching out as well. Miko would have no time to challenge the mysterious Missingno., for its freedom would mark the time that the group would have to head into the heart of the upcoming storm…

 

Team #3: A Fan

 

“Fan-freaking-tastic. Back here again.” Susie gruffly said, her arms crossed before she noticed a nervous jester-like being next to her. “So…you new here or-“

“No. I’m just…” Cracking her knuckles, Pomni’s expression calmed down really quickly. “This is gonna sound a bit sick, but just feeling real again like this…even when it’s having to face off against some kind of terrifying threat and often losing in a horribly deadly way…it’s worth it.”

“Eh. I’m kind of in a bad mood right now, so, whoever or whatever’s waiting for me on the other side…” Flexing her claws, the muscular saurian-like monster gave a vicious grin. “Leave ‘em all to me!”

“Sure. You have fun with that.” Pomni nervously said.

Meanwhile, Lenia had once again returned to the Arena, but she wasn’t the only one of her world to have been sent here this time around. "So, this is that Arena thing you were in? Gotta be honest, I was expecting it to be a little less drab." The newcomer of the team, Jake Raine, commented to his girlfriend as he looked around.

Being sent to another Arena had caused Lenia to curl up in a fetal position, leaning against the nearest wall. "This place being 'drab' is the least of our concerns! This place is a literal death game! Who KNOWS what we’re being thrown into this time?! Maybe there’ll be dragons again or something!”

Seeing her distress, her chill lover placed a hand on her shoulder. "Been here, eh? Well, worst-case scenario, we lose, we wind up back home. This time around, you got me to watch your back. Like Hell I’d let ANYTHING happen to you.”

Those words seemed to work, as Lenia visibly calmed down. "There’ll be two others with us. Go talk to them. I'm just going to stay here and try to keep myself from freaking out too much."

"Yep. You do that.” Noticing how the other two were staring at him, he cleared his throat, making his pitch. "Alright, listen up! I know this is some scary stuff, but don’t you worry about a thing! For you have the upcoming, legendary badass hero known as 'Red Raine' on your side!" He then pulled out his katana and struck a dramatic pose. "And I'll make it our goal to get us all out of here!"

The two other women looked at each other. "A hero, huh?” Susie arched a brow. “Got any special powers to help or something?”

Hearing that caused Jake to sheepishly put away his katana. “Okaaaay…about that. I don’t have any.”

“That kinda sounds lame. You got that metal stick and that gun, yeah, but that’s about it.” The saurian one stated.

“I know, I get that a lot. Y’know, sometimes, experience and raw skill trumps fancy powers. Hand-to-hand combat, for example! I’m a kaiser at that! I’m a sharpshooter, I have this kickass sword known as ‘Dragon’s Eye’ that-“

“Um, no offense, but last time I was here, I faced off against an all-powerful eldritch abomination. I don’t think that’s gonna help much.” Pomni mentioned.

“That’s nothing. I faced a Titan. THAT was a ride. None of that’s gonna do much.” Susie added.

The fact that they had been through all that gave Jake pause. “Uh, Lenia, you hearing this? The clown faced horrors beyond comprehension, while Barney the Dinosaur's long-lost daughter fought a colossus! That shit sounds so fucking cool to do man!"

Lenia’s attention was brought back to the trio. "Barney's daughter?" Upon seeing Susie, the gamer side of her overtook all her worries, causing her to rush towards the purple-scaled one, pushing the others out of the way. "Oh my God, you're Susie! You're my favorite character in Deltarune! Quick, I need to know, what did the part of the prophecy that you punched out say!?"

“Wh…huh? Favorite what-now?” The saurian monster was understandably confused, but that last bit caused her to grab the other one by the collar. "How the hell do you know who I am and about the prophecy!?"

"Hey! Get your hands off my girlfriend!"

Thankfully, no fight would occur this time, as Jake and everybody else would soon notice that the doors were starting to open, the sound of rockets flying and metal clanging becoming readily apparent.

 

Team #4: Lokivulp

 

“Okay! Back here again! Only…why do I feel so much weaker?”

Goku’s statement wasn’t inaccurate. Indeed, some of the more overpowered fighters would feel a sense of weakness climb over them. Like all the power they had accumulated throughout their lives had suddenly taken a massive hit.

He wasn’t the only Shonen character, nor was he the only one here that felt like their god-like levels of power were taken down all the way down to base-level (still formidable, but still). “Hmmm…” Monkey D. Luffy had been on his own adventures with his crew when this happened, leaving him a bit irate at being plucked away like this.

Still, investigating that strange feeling as well, he stretched out his arms, relieved that he could still do that, but…yeah. “Hey, wait a minute…” He quickly turned to the Saiyan. “Don’t I remember you from somewhere?”

Goku rubbed his chin, only able to think of brief flashes of some non-canon crossover event from ages ago. “Nope! Been here before?”

“Nope. All I heard was stop robots powered literally by money.” He replied, adjusting his hat. “Weird.”

A shadowy monkey-like figure emerged from the corner, scowling at the Saiyan. “If this is all because of one of your hair-brained ideas that got me into this mess, Sun, I…wait a minute.” Macaque blinked when he got a better look at the spiky-haired one. “Nevermind.”

Examining the simian figure, Goku could feel a great aura of power emanating from him, though mostly of the dark kind that was mostly within the ominous shadow he casted. “I don’t know who this ‘Sun’ is, but something tells me you’re pretty strong. I can’t wait to see what you guys can do, even if I do feel a little weird!”

‘He’s definitely got Sun Wukong vibes, but a lot more…strangely innocent.’ Macaque thought to himself before giving a confident smirk, not wanting to show any weakness towards these strangers. “Eh. Just try to keep up and we’ll see where things go.”

“Did somebody say ‘strnegth’?” A massive figure revealed himself, leaping from his own corner and causing the whole place to shake. “Is this some kind of Smash Tournament?! Cuz, lemme tell ya’, I’m the undisputed champ! No questions asked!”

The mighty Donkey Kong (before his adventures in Bonanza, that is) was standing before them. “Talk about a barrel of monkeys.” Macaque joked.

“Somebody say my name?” Monkey wondered, having been knocked down alongside Goku.

“Actually, ape, but-“ DK was interrupted when the doors started to open, causing him to clap his hands in anticipation. “Oooooh, yeah! You know what time it is!” He prepared to say his catchphrase, everybody else becoming very alerted to the sound of conflict raging outside…

 

Team #5: Sketchfan

 

“So, the author makes me get stuck as the Silver Medalist twice over, but gives freaking VEGETA an actual win to his name in this series!? NOPE! Nuh, uh! I am NOT going to stand for this!" Deadpool fumed, already scribbling furiously into a sheet of paper that he had with him.

A hulking machine loomed over him, his cycloptic glowing blue rectangular eye gazing at what he was doing. The last Bastion unit gave a series of curious beeps, distracting himself from the shocking realization that he was transported here without warning.

Looking back, Deadpool’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, look. An Overwatch character. I thought your game was deader than disco.” Standing up, he gave him a much deeper glance, suddenly brightening up. “Oh, sweet! I’m paired with the one that stole ‘Play of the Game’ all the time!”

“Beep?” Bastion tilted his head, not sure what he meant by that.

“Listen. You’re one of the schmucks who will help me achieve the victory I deserve. Work with me and everybody’s happy! Well, except the dead guys. They’re gonna be, well, kinda dead.”

Slithering up to the ceiling was a most unusual combatant. An absolutely MASSIVE rattlesnake with a cowboy hat, markings that resembled a mustache on his snout, and a rattle that had been replaced with a fully functioning gatling gun. “What the Hell kind of fever dream am I in right now?” He grimaced to himself, having heard the announcement earlier.

Rattlesnake Jake had a habit of taking up jobs with the promise of not just pay, but ‘souls to take’. Given that the objective was to take out this ‘Gray Mann’, it was going to be clear that this would be just like any other job…only he was bigger…and surrounded by what appeared to be a costumed monkey and some odd clanking pile of metal.

Not to mention, there was a woman in a maid dress that was staying as still as a brick wall, yet her very presence caused Jake to feel an odd surge of fear. Something about her…she was the image of tranquility, yet he could smell through his forked tongue a rage that could destroy anything in its path.

This was Roberta…the Bloodhound of Florencia. Fully repaired after her last disastrous rampage and ready to unleash devastation once more in the name of returning home.

She glanced up, staring dead into the hellish pupils of the massive serpent. “Are you a demon?” She wondered. “It’s far too early to drag me to Hell. I’m busy.”

Giving a dark chuckle to mask his own uncertainty, he gave another slow hiss. “I’m not on anybody’s schedule, darlin’. Stay out of my way and we’ll be juuust fine.”

“Hey! ‘Tombstone’ reference! Wanna see the changes I made to the episode’s script?” Deadpool wondered. “Sucks to be you, but I’m winning!”

It was Bastion that pointed to a certain detail of that script: that it was one of the early drafts. One that wasn’t being utilized for this episode. “MOTHERFU-“

 

Team #6: Kitte

 

The Arena was no stranger to unusual and obscure fighters. But this one was literally JUST a cube. A blank white cube that happened to float around, yet it floated like it was the center of an invisible man, rather than just a flying cube.

This…was the Amazing Spider-Cube! Within this team were three members of the Spider-Verse (a saying for characters that had a Spider-Man theme across the multiverse). Just as noble as the original Peter Parker, this guy would fight for justice to the third power!

That incredibly lame pun aside, he was being examined by another Spider-Man. More accurately, a Spider-Woman. One with a green version of the suit that allowed her red-ponytail to say around while she was hanging upside down from her web, as well as had openings that didn’t leave her ass to the imagination.

This particular version of Spider-Woman was Spider-Monitor, a FAR more innocent variant of the glitch known as Monika. Being related to a glitch meant that she could communicate with Spider-Cube far easier, understanding what the seemingly silent glitch was saying.

“A team-up? Gee, I haven’t teamed up with another hero in so long. I’m more of a solo act. But, if it means that we get through this adventure quicker, I’m in.” She stated, only to feel a looming presence over them both.

Hulking into the fray was the monstrous anti-hero…VENOM! Actually, more-accurately, SONY-VENOM! Literally the only good aspect from Sony’s Spider-Man-less cinematic Spider-Man Universe. He was examining Spider-Monitor with interest, tilting his head as she landed on her feet in a defensive stance. “You look…familiar.”

“Hey! Maybe she’s friendly! Ease up on the ‘big scary monster’ mode!” Eddie Brock’s voice spoke from within. He was quite happy to be reunited with the seemingly slain symbiote, but he didn’t want that reunion to be a brief one if things went wrong. As for the whole ‘in another universe’ thing, wouldn’t be the first time that happened.

As for the other Spider-Heroes, their spider-senses weren’t going off, so it alerted them to the fact that this large behemoth wasn’t a threat. “I don’t really know you, but I do have more than few fans! If this is about an autograph, it’ll have to wait.” Spider-Monitor said.

Suddenly, Sony-Venom gave a growl, his skin rippling as he sensed unearthly hostile intent. “Wait…we’re not alone…” He slowly turned around, the others looking to his side to see what had gotten him so riled up.

It seemed like he was getting upset at a rather innocent sight. The rather adorable green-haired woman before them was humming and minding her own business. In fact, when stared at by Sony-Venom, she just waved, oblivious to the monstrous one’s presence. “Hiii! I’m just a normal human doing very normal human things! Carry on!”

“…okay, that kind of sounded suspicious, but-“ Spider-Monitor could also tell something was up but had no time to dwell on it, as the doors started to open. “Looks like the welcoming committee is here! Let’s go greet them!”

Spider-Cube looked ready to roll out, while Sony-Venom continued to give the stink-eye to Mitori. “We’re…watching you.”

“No need! I’m just here to have fun!” She happily said, hiding the fact that she had a wicked-looking knife held behind her back…and a sinister purple glow in one of her eyes… 

 

Team #7: SuperDocBoy

 

In one of the many alternate futures in the DC Universe, a devastating event had occurred. The world had gained the attention of an egocentric parasite. A being that desired to have all be him, regardless of what everybody else thought of losing their free will.

This being seemed ridiculous, being a kaiju-sized starfish. However, apart from being rather skilled in hand-to-hand combat with his four limbs, he also had the ability to create smaller versions of himself. These Starro Spawn would latch onto the faces of others, painfully connecting to their faces and ensuring only their mouths were visible.

Their brains were devoured, rendering them hollow shells that were only meant to be puppeteer by the vile extraterrestrial. The world of that alternate universe was overrun by Starro-controlled beings in no time, with only a few escaping the devastation to, perhaps, one day fell the villain.

One of those survivors was the psychotic Harley Quinn, having been gifted the mantle of ‘Robin’ by Batman before he fell to Starro. Heck, she even got to wear the old costume! Right now, this ‘Bad Future Harley’ was looking at what she THOUGHT was a Starro Spawn…

…except it was a totally innocent-looking cartoonish Sea Star/Celestial Star hybrid. The golden star waddled over to the confused woman, holding out his arms in a gesture of friendship. This was no Starro Spawn. This was the heroic prince known as Starfy.

“Awwwww! I thought I’d never be able to look at a star the same way again after…well, everythin’, but I just wanna take you home with me!” Harely cooed.

“Starro is All. Starro will be obeyed.” Two voiced echoed, stepping out of the shadows to reveal themselves.

“Aw, shit! Can’t I go anywhere where I don’t have to see Starro’s mug?!”

Indeed, the two in front of her had fallen to Starro’s evil a long time ago. There was the traitorous Terra, now converted to Starterra, and the kind-hearted Starfire, now converted to Starrofire.

Gone were their consciousnesses. Gone were their very souls. These were merely puppets for Starro to control from universes afar, ready to destroy the one that had managed to avoid his insane lust for control.

Sensing hostile intent in the two figures, Starfy rushed forward, his eyes narrowing as he got into a protective stance. However, due to the unstable connection Starro had with the puppets (because, well, its several universes apart), they started to bow before him. “Starro…is all. Starro…is here.”

Harley arched a brow, looking just as confused as the prince. “Buddy, lemme tell ya’. If you’re askin’ for context…ya’ ain’t gonna like it.”

Thankfully, a distraction came in the form of the opening doors, the puppets starting to stand up again as they readied themselves to fight anybody who dared to hurt ‘Starro’…

 

Team #8:  MaskedGirl18

 

“My, my! If it isn't the King of Hell himself, finally showing his face in public!” Alastor gleefully stated, pacing around the other returner to the Arena. “I assume that this means you’re going to actually do something about that Stammadon fellow who's been disrupting our society…or is Hell’s ruler too busy making insipid rubber duckies?”

Turning his voice briefly demonic for a moment, Lucifer’s body emitted hellish hot flames. “DON’T TALK SHIT ABOUT MY RUBBER DUCKIES!” He roared before calming. “Why am I even letting you get to me?! I don’t even know who you are.”

“…oh, how unfortunate.” Alastor’s eye twitched a bit at that before circling around him. “All joking aside, let’s leave all the hostilities at the door! There’s a technological terror awaiting us! One I’m all too willing to rip to shreds…” His voice darkened as he said that, his hatred of modern tech showing.

Calming himself down, Lucifer swung his cane around, pushing past him. “You have fun with taking care of the small fries. I’ll deal with the boss of this operation.”

“Very poor choice of words, that first part.” Alastor suddenly pushed him to be in the lead again. “A man of your stature would be reduced to mincemeat, given the state we both find ourselves in. Unlike you, a damper on my power isn’t enough to keep me down!”

“Are you saying that just because I’m nerfed…that’s what the kids are saying, right?” Lucifer asked before getting back on track. “…then it means I’m useless? You’re thinking way fucking wrong, buster!”

“I don’t think it. I know it.” The Radio demon happily said.

“Listen here, you old-timey dick…”

As they argued, two other returners were watching. Both similar in that they practiced magic, though went about it in differing ways. “Shipping goggles…on.” Luz Noceda said, distracting herself from the harrowing scenario ahead by focusing on the dynamic of these demonic entities.

“I don’t know. I’m looking at the deer demon and I’m not sensing much in the way of a heart.” Ashley pointed out.

“How do you know that?” Luz asked.

“He doesn’t smell right. Smells like burnt venison.”

“…okay, I’ll take your word for it. Ship sinker…” She muttered before she realized something. For some reason, her knowledge of glyphs had taken a hit, the rest being quite fuzzy. “Wait a minute…did MY Glyph smarts get nerfed too?!”

“My own spells feel a bit weaker too.” Ashley stated too, her expression not changing as she began to shake with rage. “This…will not do…”

The robots that started to approach the opening doors would be the first to face her wrath, her staff already generating unstable fireballs…

 

Team #9: DJ

 

Letting out a horrible wail that would send shivers down the spines of even the bravest of Sprites, Hexadecimal was reborn, the virus spreading her limbs out before landing. “Hmmm…five more minutes.” She yawned, treating her near-death experience like it was nothing.

Still, she couldn’t deny that something was up. A power more chaotic than her own had brought her into the world of the Users. A power that stripped her of most of her god-like power. “WHAT IS THIS INSULT?!” She screeched, causing the place to shake. “WHO DARES DEPOWER ME?! WHO DARES…help me into a whole new experience?”

She purred that last bit, a genuine smile forming on her face as she relished in just how…random this all was. Even better, she noticed that she wasn’t alone. “And you are, handsome?” She pointed at a man covered in blue/black glowing armor, his expression slightly uncertain as he gazed upon the virus.

“TRON. I fight for the Users.” He explained, remembering his programming.

“So, a lapdog for the very beings that influence my world time to time? How cute.” She said before tapping her chin. “I don’t know why, but something about you reminds me of somebody…special back home.”

The program just continued to look around, remembering why he was sent here. Apparently, this was some sort of game…a game that he would win if it meant returning to his beloved system.

Waking up with a gasp was a centipede-like Maverick, his multiple limbs flailing around before he gathered himself. Taller than TRON, but not as tall as Hexadecimal, the insectoid robot stood, grasping his head as he did so. “My programming…no longer corrupted…memories…flooding in…” He spoke in a deep gravely tone.

“Are you finished?” A hand reached out for him, revealing it to be connected to a rather beautiful green-haired android. “Panicking won’t serve us well in the coming fight.”

Taking that hand, Magna Centipede was still shaky, his optics widening with horror. “My own comrades…slain by my own hands…they barely stood a chance! I wasn’t-“

SLAP!

Aschen Brodel had struck him across the face, causing him to narrow his eyes at the android. “Did you just slap me?”

“I calculated it would calm you down. Are you any calmer?”

“OBVIOUSLY NOT!” He waved all of his limbs before realizing others were watching, causing him to compose himself instantly and get into a standing ninja pose. “On second thought, I am operating at full capacity. Everything is fine.” His eye twitched a bit.

Hexadecimal laughed at this, her cackle unsettling even the usually serious TRON and Aschen. “Oh, this is going to be FUN!” She was especially pleased to see that the doors were opening, causing her to put a hand to her ear. “Oh, look! They’re playing our song!” She suddenly appeared in front of TRON, grinning maliciously. “May I have this dance?”

“…I’m doomed.” Magna Centipede sighed.

“The sentiment is shared.” Aschen added.

 

Team #10: The Wandering Pikachu

 

“Well…what do we have here?” The lovable rogue-turned-Rebel fighter, Lando Calrissian, nervously looked around, remembering only the instructions spoke through the box that he was trapped in and only armed with a X-8 Night Sniper Blaster.

He was always confident he could charm himself out of any situation, but it didn’t seem like the one who sent him here was in any mood for conversation. Only seeing him in action. “So, you too?” Commander Shepard, a returner to the Arena, wondered.

“Oh, you know what’s going on?” Lando asked, instantly putting on the charm in order to calm his own nerves, as well as maybe gain some valuable info. “Because, if you fill me in, trust me. You won’t regret it.”

“There’s no need to negotiate. We all want the same thing: to make it to see another day. Just stick with me and we’ll be fine.” He assured, reading a single small blaster.

One with absolutely no weapons stepped forth, decked in intimidating green Spartan armor. The Master Chief himself had also been sent here, fully aware that the only way out was to bash some robot heads. He stayed silent as he joined the duo.

Lando gave an impressed whistle as he looked at the armored giant of a man. “You have GOT to get me in touch with your tailor.” He joked.

Behind them, Marcus Fenix was too busy looking at himself, surprised to see that he was back in his prime, complete with original COG armor and Lancer. He examined himself on the reflective surface of the box, groaning to himself. “Can’t even use the ‘too old for this’ excuse for this.” He grumbled.

He was very much pissed that he had been separated from his family, but there seemed to be an out. That’s all that mattered. He wandered to the other three, with him giving Lando an odd look. “Take my advice. You wanna live? Lay off the cape.” Being from an aristocratic background, he recognized the cape as a sign of royalty, but that hardly mattered when it came to the upcoming fight ahead.

“I always said that, if you do anything, do it with style. Now, who’s willing to believe we can negotiate with whoever’s running the joint or…” Noticing the grim faces of those around him (though it was hard to tell what the armored one was thinking, given the helmet), he settled for readying his blaster. “Okay. Fine. The ‘Solo’ way, it is.”

 

Team #11: Plebian Garbage

 

For these four V-Tuber characters, they were once again going to find themselves playing a game…only, this time around, they were WITHIN the video game!

However, they were focusing less on that and more on the fact that, due to Chunky Lotus’ large size, they were all being pushed against the interior walls of the box, their assets squishing all around. “Sorry! So sorry!” The dragoness squeaked, attempting to cheer them up by making popping sounds with her lips.

The cow-like one, Miilkywayz, was smooshed by that large ass, her face staring down the flaming tail-tip of the dragoness. “It’s…quite alright…” She tried to assure, her own breasts mashing greatly against the floor. Some milk was staring to leak from her nipples, causing her to give a low moo.

“MMMMMPH!” The short princess with an absolutely MASSIVE bust, Fairy Ichika, was mashed between Chunky Lotus’ own breasts, her boobs sticking from out of the cleavage. Her limbs moved all around, her wings frantically fluttering while she pushed and kicked around.

“Oh! Oh! That’s a little sensitive there!” The dragoness panted, shaking her chest a bit while trying to push her feet against the door in an attempt to get free.

Saa, the Diamondback humanoid, was barely managing to get herself some room, her humongous ass pushing against the wall with enough force to make it dent, while she felt cornered by one of those giant thighs move around. “This isn’t so bad. After all, you’re quite a cute morsel~” She teased the larger one.

“M-morsel? Me?” Chonky wondered, the surprise of hearing that causing her to push her feet further against the doors, finally causing them to start caving.

“Oh, hey! Nice work! Keep that up!” Saa hissed in delight, finally ready to enter the fray.

“Yes! That would be nice! I don’t know how much moooooooooore of this I can take!” Miilkywayz mooed, more of her tit-milk leaking out.

 

Team #12: Markostrikes

 

The eternally playful Pokemon known as Mew floated around the box, wondering why she couldn’t use any of the myriad of moves she had gained over the years. Then again, she was a forgetful sort. Something that didn’t bother her in the least, as it meant that she could learn so many things and re-learn them again with the same wonder.

“Ah. What an…interesting turn of events.” The mysterious G-Man said, standing in the middle of the container and watching as Mew examined him. “Ah. An anomaly wrapped in the shape of…comfort. My employers would have a field day if they…hired you.”

She tilted her head, not sure what he meant. Still, he appeared interested in catching her, given her great level of power. Instead, she backed away, giving a giggle before she moved on to investigate whoever else was here.

One of the combatants appeared to be just a discarded pile of scrap in the form of a vaguely golden-colored bear-like robot exosuit. She could tell there was more to this than just scrap, floating close as she sensed something…vindictive within.

Angry. Violent. Probably about to snap if she did anything further. In fact, she almost felt those jaws near her head, causing her to back away instantly. This ‘Golden Freddy’ was clearly alive, but what was holding its strings, that was a question for another day.

The only other one here was a returner to the Arena. Noelle Holiday, that is. “Oh! Here again.” She mumbled, dreading what awaited her in the coming days. She remembered the last few times that she was trapped in the Arena and, while one of them involved her having a wonderful time with Susie, she didn’t like how losing usually involved a terrifying and/or sudden end.

She let out a bleat of surprise when Mew got in her face, causing the Pokemon to giggle at her reaction. “Please, be careful. I don’t want to freeze you by accident!” She frantically said, her hands already starting to sparkle with ice-related power. It was weak compared to other times she used it, but, again, the MvM mechanics were in effect.

Despite her warning, Mew moved towards those hands, her own hands starting to harden with ice as she remembered a move from her past…only to forget it just like that. She shrugged, merely continuing to float around.

The G-Man looked upon the deer monster, rubbing his chin. “My employers spoke of you once…maybe you’ll prove to me to be as interesting as that prophecy describes.” He gave a sinister smirk as he said this.

Noelle gulped, already seeing that the door was opening. Despite the danger, maybe heading outside and perhaps finding some help was better than running afoul of…whatever this man was. Even Mew was losing interest, not liking the slightly malevolent aura around him.

He just continued to smile, curious to see where this would all go…and wanting to see how his plans would be furthered by whatever would happen later.

The stage was set. The waves of robots were already being developed, ready to swarm the abandoned town and reduce it to a charred cinder. The process would then repeat one town after the other…until there was nothing remaining but a kingdom of devastation, with the Gray Mann computer program looking over it with grim satisfaction.

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END THE LEGACY OF GRAY MANN!

 

PART 2: The First Wave

 

(ROBOTS! (Final Remix)-Metal Fortress)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUdRIkRN3RU

 

The very instant that the doors opened for all the boxes, the chaos had already begun. A swarm of Scout Robots armed with baseball bats were flooding the town. The hills around the place were now covered in the things, showing that Gray Mann wasn’t playing by the usual rules.

This was going to be a war of attrition, with near countless waves of robots. There were even a few Heavy Fist Robots, as well as Robot Snipers, just to swell the ranks.

Alastor wandered out to see what the big deal was, even seeing that one of the Scout Robots had a cartoonish bomb strapped to its waist. “I prefer my food to be actually edible and capable of screaming, but who am I to complain?!” In spite of his reduced power, he could still do something that gave him an advantage.

Portals opened up from beneath some of the robots, tentacles emerging to crush several robots into scrap. Piles of money were left behind, but the robots weren’t deterred by this showing of power. They just kept heading towards the very town itself, the bullets of the snipers flying through the air.

Still chasing after Missingno., Miko found herself confronted with those same tentacles, as well as several robots heading her way. “Whoa! Watch it! HEY!” She dodged them as they rose up, though one ripped through her suit, causing her breasts to spill out, only held back by a bra that looked like it was barely holding together.

Blushing, she then had to dodge when a tendril surged towards her, forcing her to arch her back to avoid it while she delivered a powerful kick. “Whoever did that owes me a new suit! Those aren’t cheap!”

Lucifer was in the air when he witnessed this all happen, transforming into a hawk to swoop down on the Sniper bots to take them out. “So, is this what you mortals do for fun?” He wondered, watching as Luz made several glyphs to act as a staircase.

“Not usually!” Luz replied, writing a glyph on a nearby building that resulted in a fireball consuming some of the robots.

When they tried to push through the fire, Ashley’s fireball fully fried their circuitry, with not even the Heavy Fist Robots surviving. “Correct. Usually, mortals flee at the first sign of danger.” She also noticed how the money left behind by the robots wasn’t burning, causing her to arch a brow when she got a wad of the stuff. “Peculiar.”

“You kids have fun! Let the grown-ups handle this one.” Lucifer decided to have maybe a bit of fun, aiming at a whole battalion of Scout Robots with his staff, though he was only able to deliver small bursts of hellish energy that destroyed one bot at a time.

Bad Future Harley was busy trying to flee from Starrofire and Starterra, the former firing energy bursts from her hands at her, while the other was creating a rockslide that ravaged through a good section of the town. They didn’t even seem aware of the robot menace surrounding them.

Holding onto her shoulder was Starfy, the prince frantically looking around as he saw waves of those Scout Robots head right for them, their baseball bats at the ready. “Alright, boys! You wanna join in? I brought your dance partners!” She said before leaping over one group of robots, leading to them facing the brunt of the puppeteered one’s attack.

Starrofire nearly blasted her opponent with a clear shot, but Spider-Montor swung in, kicking her in the face. “Sorry, One-Eye, but you forget! We’re all on the same side!” She yelled, followed by Sony-Venom and Spider-Cube as she went into the fray.

When her controlled opponent tried to fight back, snarling as she did so, Sony-Venom tackled her down. “Wait! You’ve got something on your face!” Sony-Venom tried to remove the Starro parasite, but that only got him blasted in the chest by the green energy blasts of his foe, sending him hurtling into several Scout Robots.

Spider-Cube seemed like he was just floating around, several Scout Robots getting punched around him by invisible fists, while Spider-Monitor used her webs to try and grab the bomb that one of the Robots was carrying. Alas, one Sniper Robot shot through the web strand, sending the bomb flying.

Marcus Fenix grabbed it with one hand, punching the head off a Heavy Robot in the process. “Secured!” He looked at the bomb, taking cover as the robots converged on his location. “Now, where the fuck do I put this?!”

“I got it!” Lando hid with him, already coming up with an idea on the spot. “Throw it into the air! I’ll blast it!”

“And risk it landing and blowing us all to kingdom come? How good of a shot are you?” Marcus asked.

Shrugging, Lando gave a good-natured chuckle. “I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’ve been told-“

BLAM!

Right into the shoulder, Marcus was wounded by a rather large bullet, causing him to drop the bomb as he tried to apply pressure on the wound. The bomb rolled towards the robots, but it soon fell into the hands of the Paradox. The mysterious being grabbed it, rushing towards the base where the robots wanted to drop it.

As far as it was concerned, the total annihilation of everything around it would mean it could maybe return to time/space like it so desired?

Such a goal would be interrupted when a well-placed kick by Goku sent the Paradox flying, the bomb with it. “WHOOPS!” The base-level warrior exclaimed, running as fast as he could to catch the bomb before he started to take to the air.

It almost hit the ground, but Commander Shepard caught it, using his blaster to take care of several Scout Robots as he lifted the bomb up. “That was way too close.” He huffed.

“I know! I wouldn’t want this match to end so earl-“

BANG!

One of the Sniper Robots reduced Commander Shepard's head to pulp with a single shot, soaking Goku in his blood and causing the bomb to fall to the ground. In shock from such a violent scene, the Saiyan didn’t see how one Scout Robot took the bomb in the scuffle, trying to run as fast as it could towards the end of the map.

It wouldn’t get very far, as Sandy Cheeks rushed in to karate-chop it in half. “GOTCHA!” She picked up the bomb, lifting it for all to see. “Okay, partner! Ideas?!”

“Go low!” Skips instructed, the bomb finding its in his hands as he rushed towards the front of the map, trying to put as much distance between the end of the map and the explosive as he could. He skipped through the battlefield, bullets flying past his fur and Scout/Heavy Robots chasing him with full intent to beat him to a stain on the dirt.

As he ran, much of those robots were run into by Bastion’s tank mode, the robot letting out several beeps as he went up against the machines. He never did enjoy destroying other robots, but these certainly felt like empty shells, allowing Bastion to continue without his program suffering.

Several Sniper Robots tried to take aim at Skips, only for them to be sliced in half when Hexadecimal flew past them. “That’s right! Run, run, run! Don’t let this game end too early!” She cackled, noticing all the cash that fell. “So, this really is like one of those Games Bob engaged in so much. I’m beginning to see the appeal!”

“I would highly suggest using that sense of ‘fun’ to help us progress.” Aschen stated, using her rocket fists to smash through several Heavy Robots.

“DON’T INTERRUPT ME!” Hexadecimal roared, getting in her face before wagging her finger with a sweet expression. “It’s rude.”

“Not as rude as the fist I might plant in your face if you do that again.” Aschen calmly replied, hands on her hips.

Suddenly teleporting in front of the two, Magna Centipede planted his feet into the ground, his tail clamping down on a Heavy Robot that tried to attack them without them noticing. “Cease whatever conflicts you may have! Concentrate on the mission!” He instructed, ready to throw multiple hands.

“It is refreshing to be with somebody with a focused mind. Let the witch do whatever she’s doing. I already feel the chances of victory increasing if I be with somebody who’s even remotely competent.” Aschen said as she did a spin-kick against several Scout Robots, with the former Maverick joining in by using his ninja teleportation to flank the other groups of robots.

Huffing, the Queen of Chaos changed her focus to how TRON was throwing his disc, bouncing it between the dilapidated buildings in order to take out several robots with trick shots. “Now, why don’t I have one of those?” She wondered, tapping her chin.

Chonky Lotus was covering her eyes, the constant noise not doing wonders for her mood. It was as she was swerving around that her tail dragged against the ground, the flaming tip reducing several of the incoming robots to slag. “Yeah! Keep that up!” Saa said, a Heavy Robot or two mashed underneath her ass.

“Um…okay!” She replied, only to accidentally trip. “Oops!”

Miilkywayz and Fairy Ichika were in the middle of being confronted by a horde of Scout Robots, with Luffy hitting the scene by lumping in and using his leg in a corkscrew attack, reducing the attackers to scrap. “You guys, okay?”

“Oh, yes. Thank you so much for-“

“HOLY SHIT!” The fairy shouted before all three were smashed into the ground by a humongous pair of breasts.

The humongous dragoness had crushed them all into nothing, the nerfing of Luffy also ensuring that he was one of the first casualties. “Oh…oh, dear…” Chonky blushed nervously, already realizing that she had unintentionally contributed to the reduced number of combatants.

Meanwhile, Skips was almost all the way to the end, placing the explosive down while he prepared to guard it. “Alright. Let’s have this over-OOF!” He was punched in the face by a Heavy Robot, knocking some teeth out before he was surrounded by several others.

Thankfully, Lana was there to assist, the woman creating several portals that created blocks of glass that pushed away the robots into their own numbers. “You doing okay?! You look like you need some help!” She shouted, looking at his bloodied face.

“It’s just a flesh-wound. We need to keep that bomb away!”

“You mean the bomb they’re currently taking?” She wondered, ready to pursue as a Scout Robot made off with the bomb, resuming the chase once more.

The Sniper Robots prepared to assist their compatriot, but something began to barrel through the ones on the edges of the map. Broly had instantly registered the mechanical beings as threats, using his bulk alone to send the machines skidding around, their limbs barely held together by circuitry.

Not much rage was coursing through him. Just an instinctual desire to destroy all that would do him and his allies harm. He passed by Missingno. as he flew by, the glitchy Pokemon trying to absorb Mew into itself.

The more playful one was flying around and avoiding each strike, even giggling when it tried to morph into a more amorphous shape, surging forth, but missing and splatting onto the ground. The pixels tried to reform, only to find itself next to several destroyed robots set to explode.

That was Melting’s honor, the pitiful being trying to get away from the havoc while the defeated robots exploded, reducing the glitchy one to pixelated dust. Mew floated from the smoke, not really interested in engaging in anymore of the battle either.

Within one of the destroyed houses, Jack, Lenia, and Pomni were hiding, the swarms of robots covering the windows. “Ready with one of your storms, babe?” The swordsman asked.

“Funny thing about that. I got nerfed so much that I might only be able to destroy one robot at a time!” Lenia pointed out, the group then hearing the sound of clanging metal and slight laughter.

“I don’t think a lack of that much power is a problem for at least one of us.”  Pomni remarked, the three slowly looking up and resulting in only their eyes being visible in the window.

Indeed, Susie had resorted to using a table she found to slam into the Scout Robots, her teeth moving to grab around a Heavy Robot’s fist, ripping it off with little difficulty. “Get wrecked, you stupid scrap boxes!”

“…maybe we can afford to spend a little more time here?” Pomni wondered.

“That sounds like a great plan! Let’s just so that and…aaaaand he’s already going out there.” Lenia sighed, watching as Jake jumped through the window.

“YOLOOOOOOO!” He shouted, swinging his blade while also blasting away at some of the spare Scout Robots.

Such a sight caused Susie to chuckle. “Dork.” She lifted the table back up, ready to attack a Heavy Robot, only for it to suddenly freeze up, ice forming around some of the cracks in its systems.

When it fell down, a familiar sight was revealed to the saurian monster. “Noelle?” She blinked before throwing her table away, grabbing the deer monster in a bear hug. “Aw, sweet! We’re doing this again together!”

“HURK! Good…to see you…too!” Noelle was both struggling to breath and loving how the rather firm and large bust of her friend was pushing against her. Their reunion was nearly cut short by when a Sniper Robot nearly blasted them from afar, causing Noelle to let out a bleat of terror.

“HEY! We’re having a freaking moment!” Susie roared, throwing her table straight into the surprised Sniper Robots.

Back with the Scout Robot with the bomb, he was knocked down by Mitori, the Imposter sweetly swinging around her blade as she planted it into its head, disabling it while she took the bomb. “You know…maybe destroying an entire base sounds way more fun…”

The sound of a sinister hiss caused her to quickly turn around, only to come face-to-gatling gun with the humongous serpent known as Rattlesnake Jake. “Ya’ wanna talk about that kind of thing? Keep it to yourself. Now, set the bomb down. I ain’t in the mood to mow down an unarmed-“

“EEK! SNAKE!” Mitori suddenly shifted her arm into a more monstrous form, slashing the other guy’s face as she tried to make her escape.

“SON OF A…” He hissed angrily, opening fire and ravaging various buildings, as well as other robots.

“SHIT! Find cover!” Pomni shouted, the upper half of their hiding spot getting shredded as Jake went on his rampage.

Laughing as he did so, Jake didn’t notice that, as he tried to pursue his foe with all the bullets his weapon had, he almost struck that bomb, nearly ending the whole Arena right then and there. Thankfully, there would be somebody that would end Mitori’s scheme with a jump-scare.

Golden Freddy’s face flew through the air, appearing before Mitori all the sudden and causing her to let out a cry of total shock, dropping the explosive in the process. “You almost gave me a heart attack, you stupid bear!” She shouted, almost ready to use her knife once more.

“BANANAAAAAA SLAMMA!”

“Banana what?”

SLAM!

With two mighty fists, Donkey Kong had smashed Golden Freddy into scrap, but the shockwave of the punch also sent Mitori flying, leading to her trying to turn into her true form in order to fly to safety, the attempts to blend in among her foes be damned.

That didn’t stop some Sniper Bots from blasting her out of the sky, resulting in her wings getting destroyed and her landing on one of the dilapidated houses. Impaled by several wooden planks, she roared as black ooze leaked from her wounds, not wanting to be defeated so quickly.

“DEADPOOL WAS NOT THE IMPOSTER!” The Merc-with-a-Mouth shouted, throwing one of his katanas into the monster’s head. Thus, her evil plan was ended before it truly began. “Okay, is there not a single non-dead ‘Among Us’ meme I could have used?”

He suddenly froze when the G-Man appeared behind him, creepily moving his hands all around him. “Well, well…it seems my employers would certainly enjoy hiring you-“

“YOU!” Swinging around to face the surprised entity, the mercenary began to shake him around violently. “WHEN IS HALF-LIFE 3?! ANSWER ME, DAMN YOUUUUUU!”

While he acted melodramatic, a Scout Robot that attempted to steal away the bomb was suddenly tackled by Roberta, her bare hands ripping the robot’s head off before she noticed the explosive. “You all shouldn’t be wandering around with this. You could drop it and hurt somebody.” She cooly said, soon realizing that she was being surrounded.

Master Chief was there to challenge the rest of the robots, having used his fists alone to punch through the hordes. Not a single bat could dent his armor, though the fists from the Robot Heavies pushed him back a few times. Whatever the case, he was ready to join Roberta in clearing out more of the machines.

Said robots weren’t there for long, as a large shadowy fist slammed into them all. “And that’s game.” Macaque said with a smirk, the time limit running out and causing everybody there to be teleported to the safety of several shops scattered across the map.

Watching this all unfold from afar, the Gray Mann A.I grimaced, his visage shown on a large screen overseeing the production of more advanced robots. “Whittling down their numbers is going to take an eternity at this rate. By the time I reduce their numbers to a manageable amount, they’ll be fully upgraded…and no doubt come for me.”

The scowling digital head of the evil man then had an idea. “Of course, I could always bolster my ranks with the few mercenaries I know that would be STUPID enough to go up against such impossible odds.” He started to scroll through the contacts list in his databanks, hoping to look for a team that wouldn’t resort to treachery like the Classic Team.

And that’s when he stumbled upon one particular team that caught his eye. One that stubbornly clung to being vicious mercenaries dedicated to a company that was crumbling away…the BLU Team…

Notes:

Current Dead:

-Commander Shepard (Team 10)
-Fairy Ichika, Miilkywayz (Team 11)
-Monkey D. Luffy (Team 4)
-Missingno. (Team 2)
-Golden Freddy (Team 12)
-Mitori the Green Imposter (Team 6)

Chapter 2: The Second Wave / Meet the Blu Team

PART 3: The Second Wave / Meet the Blu Team

 

Instead of finding themselves in the thick of battle again, the teams would find themselves in an upgrade station that seemed to house multiple shops, one for each team. The place had definitely seen better days, as termites were crawling through it and sawdust fell like rain from the cracks above.

The machines that kept the shop running were in various states of disrepair, but they still functioned, even when they sputtered and sparked. The upgrades shown were mostly speed/strength/health buffs, but there was something else. Whoever was buying would see their abilities locked behind a paywall.

“WHAAAAT?” Goku couldn’t believe his eyes, finally shocked out of the rather gruesome death of Shepard that he had witnessed. “I need money to get my skills? Not experience, but actual cash?”

“That’s the way the cookie crumbles, I guess.” Macaque said with mild annoyance, using his cash to buy increased durability for his shadow clones.

“But that’s sound so dumb! Who would lock essential skills behind a paywall? Doesn’t that create unfair advantages for some players and disadvantages for other players?”

A long pause occurred after they pondered that, with a few combatants not even in the room looking at the screen this fanfic is being looked at.

Anyway, Donkey Kong went for extra health, while, in another store, Mew wasn’t even using what minimal amount of money she gained. All she did was flip it around until it just so happened to land on the desk. The G-Man quickly grabbed it, using it to pay for his ability to teleport even better.

“Apologies, my god-like friend…” He breathed. “But this would be better in more…capable hands.” He finished in his typically raspy way. Mew just crossed her arms before instantly forgetting why she was upset, doing a twirl in the air.

Meanwhile, Noelle was paying for some more Ice Spells, but she couldn’t get over how her crush was right there, once more fighting with all her might against the horrors of this Arena. “Maybe this time…I can be stronger for us both!” She declared.

In Store 5, Roberta found herself with her Umbrella Rifle, twirling it around, but, as she did so, she felt both relieved and disappointed. The bloodhound in her wanted to bask in the blood of her foes, but all she got was oil. It would allow her to think more rationally, but the urge was still there.

“And the G-Man was there! I swear, I’ll win a bajillion dollars if I can finally get the secrets of Half-Life 3’s release date! Maybe I’ll let you in on the profits?” Deadpool nudged Rattlesnake Jake, the serpent buying some more ammo for his tail.

Said tail got pushed in the hero’s face, causing Bastion (who was buying increased ammo as well) to give a concerned beep. “If ya’ wanna keep yer head, best shut yer piehole.” He warned, shaking his rattle.

“Whatever, Kaa’s Edgelord Phase. You’re gonna see some magic next round.” The mercenary said as he bought back his teleport ability.

In Store 1, Sandy finally got back her lasso, swinging it around with pride. “Alright, fellers! What else will we be getting’? I’m already settin’ up the meta of this roundup.” She suddenly got out a large blackboard. “’course, this is my first rodeo here, so I ain’t got much, but it’s somethin’!”

“We just…keep punching things?” Broly wondered, listening intently after he threw some money at the store, earning him enhanced strength.

“More like ‘keep up the keep-away strategy’ and maybe avoid those Heavy Fellers. Take out as many Snipin’ varmints, too.” She stated.

“There’s only one real way to get through things like this.” Skips said after spending his money on increased speed, while Lana flipped through some pages of her book that she managed to buy back. “We gotta find it at the source. That’s one of the other reasons I was headed towards the shield.”

“And, that way, we can prevent any needless death and destruction. The rest of these combatants didn’t ask to be here, either.” Lana stated hopefully.

Looking out the window, Sandy noticed the ominous factory on the hillside, smoke billowing from it. “Well, I’ll be a chipmunk tail caught in a rattler’s fangs.” She stated, already thinking of maybe some way  to destabilize the shield keeping them all from going out of bounds.

Speaking of analysis, Magna Centipede had just finished retrieving his ability to ninja teleport, fighting back the feeling of disgust from him having to essentially BUY back his hard-earned skills. ‘Must have been some hacking with my programming. I know that that’s like TOO well…’

His hands began to tremble at the memory of his mind getting invaded like that…of how he looked to his once trusted comrades with cold contempt after Sigma’s logic overrode his personality…

His thoughts were interrupted when a wave of worm-like Nulls pushed TRON and Aschen against the wall, though it seemed like they were mostly annoyed than hurt. “May I suggest not clowning around and maybe getting a more useful upgrade?” Aschen asked, having bought back her DTD protocol.

“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport! I finally have the power to make my babies again!” Hexadecimal happily stated, holding one Null as it crawled around, her arm. She then leaned towards TRON, cupping her face as she examined him more. “Seriously. I’m getting such wonderful flashbacks looking at you.”

“I…appreciate the compliment. I suppose.” TRON held up a hand politely. “I am already bonded to another program.”

She gave a slightly pouty look. “Why is it that all the handsome ones are already taken? I must have the worst luck with dating.”

Face-palming, Magna Centipede looked away towards the horizon, crossing one pair of arms while the other quizzically rubbed his chin. “What is my best course of action? Perhaps I should meditate on this?”

In Store 3, Pomni was armed with a glok, confusing her. “Huh? Since when I did I ever use this?”

“I that has something to do with whatever’s happening today.” Lenia pointed out, remembering what the 15^th of this year meant for Pomni’s franchise. “No spoilers, please?”

“Uh, sure?”

Back with Jake, he was now sporting even more speed thanks to his own upgrades, after his girlfriend gained her ability to create small explosives of electrical energy. “That was a pretty good head-start. Nobody died and that’s all that matters!”

“That’s how it all starts…and, believe me, I’m gonna keep it that way!” Susie was even more fired up, though it wasn’t only because she had been reunited with her giant axe. She still remembered Noelle being in her arms, her desire to protect her kicking into overdrive.

“Seriously. She’s so cool.” Lenia nudged Pomni. “Intense, but cool!”

In Store 11, Chonky was huddling in a corner, sad at having accidentally been responsible for her team taking a hit in terms of members. “Hey, cheer up. We all did our best out there.” Saa rubbed her leg, flicking her tail after having bought an upgrade increasing her strength.

“I know, but…I really don’t do all this drama. It’s a bit much, right?” She sniffled. “When we get out there, can you promise me you’ll stay safe?”

“I’ll do my best, but I’m mostly here to have some fun. I didn’t think robots were fun to squish until I was out there.” She wiggled her rump, the floor denting a bit as she did that.

In Store 8, Lucifer regained his ability to unleash powerful fireballs, while Alastor was flaunting his size-shifting abilities above him. “This supposed to mean anything?” The King of Hell wondered. “You’re big. Yay.”

“Oh, my good fellow, you should see me when I’m TRULY cutting loose~” The Radio Demon hissed, the area around him starting to distort.

Suddenly a freezing Glymp was placed underneath him, something bought by Luz, while Ashley created vines of asparagus to hold him down. “Sorry. We needed to see if we weren’t being ripped off.” The witch-in-training stated plainly.

“Plus, you were going all nightmare fuel. I kinda panicked!” Luz admitted.

“Silly girl…” Alastor composed himself enough not to snap at his teammate as he reverted to normal size. “I’ll do as I please throughout this. You don’t have to watch in case the show gets…messy.”

“I’m…90% sure the robots don’t have any personality or anything that would make me feel morally conflicted, so…I’m cool.” Luz stated.

“Imagine if those robots were filled with entrails and blood like regular beings.” Ashley stated absently, though it caused both Lucifer and Luz to give her an odd ‘WTF’ look.

In Store 6, Sony-Venom was rubbing his chin, still indecisive over what he would buy. “Hmmmmm…HHMMMMMMM…”

‘We don’t have much time! C’mon, make the choice already! Maybe health? That’s pretty good-‘

“Not now, Eddie! I’m doing a video game!” The symbiote responded, while still giving a bit of a stink-eye to Spider-Cube, the being buying more speed. “Seriously. I don’t know what it is…but these two are setting me off.” He said this while Spider-Monika hummed while getting herself enhanced Spider-Sense.

‘That sounds like a you-problem for sure.’

With Team 2, the Paradox had quickly bought some more health before slamming itself against the walls, desperate to continue the fight and eliminate all in its path. “S…scared of it…” Melting mumbled, trying out further health as he was left with Miko.

The Glitch Tech was kind of bummed she didn’t get to fully fight that Missingno. glitch, but she was still happy to get past the first round and increase her strength substantially. She didn’t even mind that she had been reduced to her lingerie. “New costume unlocked, I guess! This one’s for all you gooners…like me~” She winked, giving a wave of her sizable tush, her panties struggling to hold it in.

She also noticed Melting’s miserable state, happy that her hands were gloved so she could give him a head-pat. “Don’t worry. You’ve got me watching your back!”

“You…will?”

Though she wanted to win, she knew in her heart that she couldn’t leave this poor guy in the dust. “Sure! Do more of that ‘splodey stuff! It was super rad!” She stated.

“…rad…” He bubbled in response, which seemed to be a positive reply.

In Store 10, Marcus gruffly got a few grenades, thinking about how the team was a man down. “New rule: seek cover. Doesn’t matter if you’re going to town on these robots. They’ll surprise you either fuckin’ way.”

“Except for this guy. I saw him take a bunch of bullets like a champ!” Lando remarked, gesturing to Master Chief, the Spartan buying an Energy Sword. When it showed itself, the Rebel gave an impressed whistle. “You just keep surpassing my expectations, my man.”

The Chief wandered to Marcus, nodding his head. “Your advice is noted. Maybe it’s actually for the best that we stick together as a unit more often. These robots are trying to single us out.”

“And I’m still feelin’ not in the best of shape. I’m not too proud to not admit that.” Marcus huffed. “Anyway, solid plan. Form a group, try not to die.”

“Preferably with me behind him. I don’t have fancy armor or anything like that.” Lando stated quickly, twirling his blaster to let them both know that, much as he preferred to talk his way out of a problem, a blaster fight would suffice. After all, he managed to get through the first wave like that. Counted for something, yes?

Finally, with Store 7, Bad-Future Harley was giving her own stink-eye to the mindless puppeteered heroes, who bought increased strength at the same time in unison. Starfy was getting some speed, the smaller being hugged to Harley’s chest, looking confused at why the group couldn’t just be friends or something.

Then again, based on the stare of those starfish-like beings on the faces of the other two…he could only see malice. Malice he hadn’t seen since his fight with a demon literally named Evil.

With all those upgrades bought by all, it seemed like the next match would begin…but there would be several new faces showing up. Specifically, nine of them. Nine that were desperate to score a win against their RED foes, despite the fact that the opposite team had moved on with their lives.

Stepping through the doors of a nearby building in the town in front of where the other combatants would be showing up, the BLU Team was letting itself be known, doing the slow walk. Heavy, Engineer, Spy, Sniper, Medic, Demoman, Scout, Solider, and Pyro. All ready to kick ass for their new employer…

At least…until Blu Heavy tripped on a rock, causing him to tumble onto the Blu Sniper. Letting out a yelp, he accidentally fired his rifle, the bullet ricocheting across the rocky walls until they struck the Blu Spy in the head. He fell back so hard that his butterfly knife flew right into the Blu Heavy’s back.

Letting out a scream, he fell stone dead right into the Blu Medic, crushing him to a pulp. In a panic, the utterly drunk Blu Demoman started firing stickies, causing the Blu Engineer to frantically build a mini-sentry that instantly started to glitch out.

The Blu Scout was too busy posing for the cameras before everything blew up around him, reducing him, the Engineer, the Soldier, and the Demoman to giblets.

The Blu Pyro stared at what had happened to his teammates, staring at the aghast Blu Sniper. The way he was staring caused him to back up significantly, eventually falling right in top of his own machete, his torso pierced by the blade.

“…I’ve got nothing.” Donkey Kong remarked, among the many contestants that saw that sorry display. And that was before the robots started to rush towards their location.

But there were several other contestants that weren’t there. Apparently, there was a mix-up involving several of the contestants, causing them all to be stuck in a room filled to the brim with aphrodisiac. In a tightly controlled Arena like this, this seemed like the demonic entity just wanted to indulge in seeing what sort of craziness would happen as a result of this.

Even Skips’ knowledge of all things arcane couldn’t prepare him for the feelings in him that were awakened. His cock, which had not felt the warmth of another since his long-lost true love, was suddenly fully erect, with Sandy Cheeks resting atop his frame as it twitched against her clothed groin.

“Well, howdy…it ain’t often I see somethin’ as beautiful as that…must be my heat talkin’…” She huffed, tugging on her suit and revealing her generous bikini-clad bust. “If were wearin’ my helmet, it’d be fogged up…”

“I know what must be done. Do as you will.” Skips calmly said, trying not to stare at the utterly cute smile that Sandy was giving as she straddled that cock cowgirl style, fully exiting her suit to push her bikini-bottom covered crotch against that meat, biting her lip with both buckteeth.

“Glad we’re…on the same page, partner…aw, shucks…” She began to pant a bit, her fluffy tail twitching a bit. Between the aphrodisiac, as well as certain fantasies involving a certain hellhound that her friend Spongebob was dating, she instantly moved her rear to make sure the ass-cheeks were hugging around that mightily girthy dick.

The feeling of those generous cheeks hotdogging his dick caused the yeti to wrap his hands around the other’s toned waist, causing her to give a pleased-sounding squirrel-like cheep. “Startin’ to see what those guys were talkin’ about when they said my name all funny and flirty-like.” She remarked, aiming to help get her ally off while enjoying how GREAT that warm cock felt against her fur.

As she bounced up and down to massage that dick, her arms pushing together to proudly show her bust as she gripped around those nice pecs, Macaque was handling his own lust in his own way. “So…this good for you too?” Deadpool was kicking back, one of the magical being’s shadow claws massaging his dick.

Given that the dick was in a similar state as the rest of the mercenary’s body, Macaque was doing his best not to barf. “Could have at least been paired up with that Goku guy, but here I am…” He muttered, pretending he was merely polishing a very fleshy termite mound or something.

“Oh, Goku? Give my regards to Superman next time you see him!” Deadpool cheerfully said. “So, when are you and Sun gonna fuck?”

“JUST CUM ALREADY.” Macaque hissed.

Switching over to a much more cheerful scene, Susie and Noelle once again had reunited, with the deer monster finding herself with her throat getting absolutely swabbed by the other mother’s tongue. “Mmmmph…mmmmmmmph…”

Ending the kiss, Susie gazed in the love-filled eyes of the one that had crushed on her for so long. “Seriously…you’re a freak.” Susie remarked, noticing how much her kiss had aroused her partner, given how much she was grinding her now slightly damp crotch against the other’s thick leg.

“That’s a good thing, right?” Noelle shyly asked, her tail flattening in an aroused display.

Giving the warmest smile she could manage, Susie cupped the other’s face. “Yeah. The freakiest freak.” She let all thoughts of the prophecy melt away, her jaws moving to teasingly bite that neck.

Bleating submissively, Noelle moved up, leaning against the wall as she spread out her legs wide. “Then please…shove that throat-stretcher of a tongue into more of me~”

Grinning, the saurian monster grabbed around those thighs and dragged her to tongue across that slit, sloppily leaving trails of drool before pushing that tongue a bit into that adorable pussy. “Mmmn…you taste like candy canes.”

“S-Susie, you…you…you charmer~” Noelle giggle-snorted, blushing madly as her crotch continued to get slurped and massaged by that tongue. She could almost feel the tip push in, stretching her vaginal walls as she gave another loving bleat, the crocodilian-like growl of the other monster sending pleasured shivers down her spine.

The gigantic Chonky Lotus thought that only her fingers would be able to stave off her heat, giving a slight whimper before she felt something HARD ram into her pussy-walls in just the right way that her g-spot felt the vibrations. She gave a surprised ‘POP’ noise, hearts appearing in her pupils.

Roberta, panting heavily from the aphrodisiac flowing through her nostrils, kept pushing her fist against those vaginal walls, her tits poking against the bra hidden by her maid dress. She was focused more on staving off her own heat, wanting to focus on battling her way out of this game once more, so she kept immersing her arm into that pussy, slurping the juices that came out.

“M…more!” Chonky cried out, laying on the ground on her belly as her tail waving around and nearly knocking everybody else off their feet. Her claws dug into the ground as that arm continued to push against multiple other spots of her large pussy. Her clit even got massaged by the other’s free hand, stimulating her more.

Bastion beeped loudly as he found himself ramming his synthetic cock into Hexadecimal’s rear, though the Queen of Chaos was only mildly impressed by how girthy that mechanical phallus was. “Honestly, this could use a bit more…flair.”

She started to conjure her own dick, which was a mismatch of various shapes and sizes, making it look like a massive girthy dick from the lens of a funhouse mirror. In fact, it was so abstract and impossible to describe that it caused Bastion to short-circuit, briefly knocked out as his systems tried to comprehend that.

“Shame. But points for effort!” She sweetly informed before phasing through the place. “BORED NOW! Time for destruction!”

And so, those within would soon be teleported right as a new wave of robots was coming in, leaving them in awkward positions as the battle began anew! The last wave was rather basic, but, this time, it seemed like Gray Mann wasn’t taking any chances.

Not only were there an influx of Scout Robots, but there were also Robot Heavies (still with fists), Robot Demomen (basic sticky launchers), Robot Snipers, Robot Pyros, and a few Robot Engineers setting up mini-sentries.

Susie was instantly teleported back into the fray while she was still eating out Noelle, causing her eyes to widen as she heard the stomping of metal feet. “THE FUCK?! We were in the a moment, you metal morons!” She shouted, pussy juice and drool still clinging to her face.

“EEP!” Hastily putting back on her robes, Noelle threw out her hands, causing jagged walls of ice to shred into the incoming Robot Scouts.

“Nice work there!” Susie gave a thumbs-up, only to realize that the deer monster was blushing at her half-dressed state. “Ah, yeah. This.” She fixed that, while sticky bombs began to rain down. “CRAP!” She tackled Noelle away, only for the explosives to blow up against an invisible barrier.

Looking up, the duo saw Mew, the cat-like Pokemon giving them a friendly wave while she did her best to make sure nobody got hurt during this game. She still had her barrier-based attacks, using Double-Team as well to screw up the aim of the robots.

The sleek Pokemon flew around whatever projectiles were heading for her, allowing Susie to react in time for her to swing her ax right into an incoming Heavy. That robot corpse fell right near Bastion’s feet, the robot giving a terrified beep before getting hit by a bunch of Robot Pyros.

Quickly transforming into his tank mode, he rode through them, smashing them to pieces before a series of sticky bombs sent him careening straight into were Deadpool was laying on a chair, wondering why the handjob had ended. “What the…” He noticed a large shadow heading for him.

“Psyche! Not dying to a dead game character this day!” He quickly moved to the left, only for the shadow to move there…then he moved to the right, where the shadow just got closer. “AHHHHHH!” He screamed and flailed his arms around, the shadow of the incoming Bastion constantly following him.

SMASH!

At long last, Bastion’s body crashed into his form, pulping him beyond any hope of regenerating. “Crapbaskets…” He managed to muttered before the robot, in a panic, activated his treads, grinding that head into hamburger.

Meanwhile, Bad Future Harley was smashing her hammer into several of the snipers, traveling across one of the buildings in order to take them out. Starfy was spinning around to knock them off balance, the machines forming a large pile at the base. “Nice work, short stuff! We’ll be on our way to Round Whatever in no time!”

She grimaced when she noticed that her call of triumph was answered by the incoming Starterra and Starrofire. The two were closing in on their location…only for them both to get struck by one of Lucifer’s fireballs. “Ah, shit! I was aiming for that weird thing on your faces! You guys okay?” He flew over to where the knocked-out beings were…and it just so happened that Melting left behind some defeated Robot Scouts that were set to blow. “Well, sucks to be you guys. Have fun with that!”

KABOOM!

Melting and Miko were hiding behind a large house, the explosion trap having gone without a hitch. “I don’t usually like the ‘smash and camp’ approach, but that was epic!” She stated, leaping into the fray before she saw something that caused the fangirl in her to nearly explode from happiness. “IS THAT MASTER FREAKING CHIEF?!”

“Huh?” Melting tilted his head, watching his ally squee loudly as she watched the armored figure slash his way through several robots with his Energy Sword, joined by the rest of his team. “Should we…fight?”

“Must…get…AUTOGRAPH!” She tried to leap towards the group, only for a flood of Robot Scouts to push her back. “I WILL EAT YOUR CIRCUITS FOR LUUUUUNCH!” She declared angrily, scrap already flying from how hard she kicked some of those robots.

Back with Master Chief, Lando was covering the sky, blasting at some Robot Snipers, while Marcus was on the lookout for whoever was the robot carrying the explosive. “What I wouldn’t give to pay this ‘Gray Mann’ a visit. Stop over by his place. Have a few laughs. Kick his shit in.”

“Think fast! Look!” Lando pointed to the tower that Bad Future Harley was on, the Blu Pyro slamming his ax into the supports before it starting to come crashing down.

“Shit! Incom-GAH!” That same ax was buried into Marcus’ back after it was thrown at a speed that not even the Master Chief could counter. All they could do was brace themselves for the incoming building, with the Spartan and Marcus moving over Lando to protect him.

The costumed hero and her starfish-like ally leaped off the tower before it fully crashed into the ground, splinters flying everywhere and one of them lodging into the bomb-carrying Scout Robot’s torso, disabling it while Master Chief already began to dig his group out of the wood.

While he and Lando managed to survive, it turned out that maybe it might have been a good idea for Marcus to have a helmet…for one of the wooden pieces had pierced through his head, killing him instantly. “My luck just isn’t on my side right now…” Lando sadly said, remembering what happened to Gordon, as well.

Solemnly looking away, Master Chief looked to where he last saw that masked fiend, but he was already gone, while Sandy already used her lasso to get that bomb, allowing the duo to focus on staving off the incoming swarm of robots.

“You fellers caught me at a bad time!” She yelled, blushing as she hastily put her suit back on, Skips also trying to hide his still visible boner as he skipped along with her. “Interruptin’ a lady getting’ it on cowgirl style with a gentleman! I outta-“

“Keep your rage in check! We’ve got company!” Skips shouted, rockets filling the sky as they headed straight towards the duo.

All of those rockets were blasted away by Rattlesnake Jake’s tail, shrapnel falling to the ground like rain. “What are ya’ waitin’ for?!” He hissed in their faces. “Get that damn bomb already!”

“Kibbles and biscuits! Here I thought I was the only Texas aficionado, but…” She turned to face the incoming horde of robots, Skips already going ahead. “That’s right! You catch that bomb like last time! Me and this here rattler will show these buckets of bolts what for!”

Not looking back and focusing on trying to do what happened last time, Skips was suddenly stopped by a TON of Nulls that flooded the ground, causing him to have to wade through them while the bomb was lost. “What are you doing?! We’re on the same side, technically!” He told the chaotic witch.

Laughing, Hexadecimal then suddenly looked shocked. “Who? Me? Helping the enemy? Oh, I’d never. I’m just making sure it’s not over in one fell swoop. Maybe somebody else can step up to plate?”

Her answer came in the form of a wave of robots getting flung by the large tail of Chonky Lotus, the dragoness doing her best to tank all the attacks being directed at her. She gave a ‘pop’ sound of panic, covering her face as she stomped through the ranks, smashing metal into scrap.

“Oh, yeah! Show them who’s boss!” Saa shouted, only to find a bunch of sticky bombs and sentries around her voluptuous form. “Oh, this ain’t fair.” She hissed.

As she was destroyed in one massive explosion, the G-Man was observing things as he usually did, occasionally teleporting to smash his fist through a few robots. He noticed the bomb clattering around, a Robot Scout running to get it. “That’s right. Run. Like your contribution will matter, silly wind-up toy.” He rasped.

TRON was about to use his disc to stop the fleeing being, but he was suddenly shot right through the back by the Paradox, the glitchy being not even flinching as he prepared to eliminate all in its path. NOBODY was taking away its wish to be part of space/time once more.

“TRON!” Magna Centipede shouted, only for some of the digital being’s pixels to fall against him before they fully derezzed. That caused him to stare at his pixel-covered hands, causing him to fall to his knees. “Nonononononononononononono…”

The memories. The memories of how, under the thrall of the Sigma-Virus, he did things. Things he would have never done before. He still remembered the shocked and terrified faces of his own teammates as he cut them down, one by one…

“Tigress Bite!”

With a series of punches and kicks, as well as the utilization of her blaster heels, an entire group of Robot Heavies and Robot Soldiers were taken out, resulting in a bunch of scrap surrounding the reploid. “Don’t falter now! It would result in an early shutdown! Don’t you know that?” Aschen asked, extending a hand.

His hand still trembling, Magna Centipede steeled his resolve, taking it. “Sorry. It’s just…TRON is dead and I should have been there-“

“Then don’t let his death be in vain! Follow me! Increasing speed now! DTD, ACTIVATE!” In an attempt to increase her speed so that she could catch up with the Scout Robot, the android suddenly looked far skimpier and much more bubbly, jumping for joy mid-run.

“Aschen! Are you optimal?!” Not wanting to lose another teammate, Magna Centipede used his own great speed to try and keep up.

“Teehee! Yeppers! Like, I’m having the time of my life kicking robot ass!” As she said this, like a gymnast, she leaped through the enemy fire, firing her rocket punches around before she wrapped her thighs around the Robot Scout, tearing the head off. “Silly toy!” She kicked the head away with a wink.

Blushing at this display, the reploid shook his head. “I have an idea. Continue to eliminate the enemies and…be careful.” He said that last bit solemnly.

“Awwww, you care about me so much, you big ninja cuddle-bug!” Aschen held her hands near her face, giving a cutesy face while he picked up the bomb.

As he teleported to place far in the map, he blinked in confusion. “Cuddle-bug? What?”

“LOOK OUT!” Riding atop a Like-Like, Lana nearly ran into the reploid, taking the bomb with her so he could teleport out of the way of a few more rockets.

The Robot Soliders and Scouts were all chasing Lana in unison, her spider-like construct getting destroyed and causing her to fly into the sky from the explosion, but she still managed to create temporary glass-like platforms to skip through the sky, eventually landing on the ground.

Through one of the buildings, Goku, Donkey Kong, Macaque, and Broly smashed through. “BANANA SLAMMA!” The gorilla of the bunch headbutted into one of the robots, smashing him into the ground while shadow claws began to rip through the battlefield. “Whoo! Kongs gone wild!”

There was one ability that the depowering hadn’t taken away for Goku. “KAIOKEN!” He shouted, increasing his power briefly in a red flash of light so he could literally race through the robots, shattering them while Broly picked off the survivors. “Sorry these robots aren’t up to snuff! Maybe we could train a bit before this match is over?”

“No! The team is counting on me!” Broly insisted, creating an energy ball to engulf a sentry nest.

Some of the Robot Scouts were getting swallowed up by the shadows, with Macaque looking proud of himself as he picked up the bomb from the wreckage, Lana having lost her grip on it due to flipping through the pages of her book. “Once again, I come in clutch.”

“I’ll be taking that, my good man!” Alastor suddenly wrapped one tentacle around it, snatching it from him.

“HEY! That was my win!”

“You had your chance, my simian friend. Why not join the rest of your troop and leave victory for those that deserve it?” Alastor condescendingly asked, several other tendrils impaling through several other robots.

Despite looking peeved at first, Macaque then smirked. “You know what? The bomb’s your problem. I’ll at least know who messed up if this all goes south.” He returned to the fray of battle, making short work of another group of mechanical marauders.

His words weren’t lost on the demon, who examined the bomb before tossing it aside. “I guess I could allow some of the side-characters to have a time in the spotlight.”

Flying in on a broom, Ashley got there just in time for Luz (who was riding with her) to catch the thing, causing her to nearly fall off. “Hey! Careful where you throw that!”

“You could probably reduce somebody to smoked meat that way.” Ashley calmly said.

“Mmmn…now, I’m staring to feel a little peckish.” The Radio Demon admitted before he sniffed the air. “Run along now. I’ll go see if there are any ‘spoils of war’ to enjoy, if you know what I mean.”

“Dude…ew.” Luz groaned, making a disgusted face as they sped into the sky, with Lucifer making sure to cover for them.

Some of the remaining Robot Snipers tried to take aim at them, but Spider-Monitor’s webs blinded them, while Sony-Venom swung in to rip them to pieces in their confused states. Spider-Cube, meanwhile, was dealing with any other remaining robots by just colliding into them, easily turning them into spare parts from the impacts alone.

The final few robots that remained were a good ton of Robot Heavies and Robot Soldiers. All of which were suddenly electrocuted into being utterly stunned by a mine made by Lenia. Her fingers crackled with volts as she increased the range, sweating while Pomni and Jake used their ranged weapons to take them out.

“That should be the last of them.” Jake smirked before helping to keep Lenia from fainting. “Geez. This game’s doing you dirty.”

“I know. I should be able to do far more than that…” She panted. “Sorry, guys.”

“It’s fine, really!” Pomni assured. “If we can make it past maybe five waves, then…” She stopped herself, remembering the many other times she hoped for victory. To distract herself, she looked at the money the group got from the fallen robots. “Health or having a mean right hook?”

For some reason, regarding that last bit, she wondered what she’d look like if, instead of a jester, she was instead a boxer in a fight club? She didn’t know why she would have dreams like that, but what she did know was that she tended to have that sort of dream, as well as the one where she went goth.

Watching all this from the distance was the Blu Pyro, the man staring with psychotic hate after having escaped the wrath of Team 10. In stark contrast with the Red Pyro, he did not have any delusions about what he did as a mercenary. He knew what he wanted: the slaughter of all that ever lived.

And, even then, he wasn’t so reckless that he would just go up against these clearly more powerful opponents without a plan. He definitely got that impressed when he saw that Roberta was staring at him after dealing with an entire group of Robot Heavies.

Without her ranged weapon due to it getting knocked out of her hands, no less. Her fists were drenched in oil, her glasses slightly cracked from her having tanked a few hits from her foes. The look that she gave the psychopathic mercenary was basically ‘Come here. I fucking DARE you.’

No. For this scenario, he and Gray Mann needed to have a talk, despite the fact that the frightening mercenary never, well, talked.

All he did was see the world in literally black and white. Red mercenaries? Blu Mercenaries? It didn’t matter. All were going to die by his hand…simply because it was the one thing that gave his empty soul any semblance of pleasure.

Notes:

Current Dead:

-Commander Shepard (Team 10)
-Fairy Ichika, Miilkywayz (Team 11)
-Monkey D. Luffy (Team 4)
-Missingno. (Team 2)
-Golden Freddy (Team 12)
-Mitori the Green Imposter (Team 6)

And now...

-Deadpool (Team 5)
-Starterra, Starrofire (Team 7)
-Marcus Fenix (Team 10)
-Saa (Team 11)
-TRON (Team 9)

Chapter 3: The Third Wave / GIANT ROBOTS!

Part 4: The Third Wave/GIANT ROBOTS!

 

Once again, the combatants were in the zones where they could buy some more upgrades. The increased money flow, as well as the fact that everybody had gotten a feel for what was happening, would ensure increased survivability for those involved.

“Okay, team! We’re doing great! We just keep doing what we’re doing and-“

“Sorry, Jake.” Lenia interrupted her boyfriend, the upgrades of the two including a slash-laser attack (one moving laser slash, so many destroyed robots as a result) and a bit more voltage behind one’s hands, respectively. “This is usually the part where the wheels come off and at least one of us gets obliterated.

“I don’t know. My team got REALLY far before…well…everything kinda fell apart.” Pomni admitted. “In fairness, we stuck to one spot and-“

“And that’s exactly what we’re not gonna do!” Susie was more fired up than before, buffing her strength until she could balance her ax on her finger, causing her to give an impressed smirk. “First off, these upgrades are totally awesome! Second, let’s just keep wreaking havoc!”

“Heh.” Jake chuckled. “That’s what love does to somebody. Makes them feel like they’re on top of the world. I’d know.” He gave a warm glance to his blue-haired lover, causing her to blush.

Deep down, Pomni had a feeling of what that was like, but it was merely bubbling up to the surface. Only, she wondered who it was with. Jax (that trouble-making yet rather charming guy) or Gummigoo (kind-hearted and rather hunky). ‘Question for another day, another most-likely traumatizing adventure.’ She thought.

With Team 12, Noelle was still blushing madly from her time spent with Susie, her tail unable to stop flattening and wiggling while she absentmindedly scrolled through upgrades. ‘Dreams DO come true…’ She thought, already lost in the thought of several scenarios.

Maybe a romantic candlelit dinner (in which Susie would eat the napkin too), a wedding where Susie was wearing a slightly ripped tux…

She gave a surprised bleat when Mew suddenly appeared before her, floating upside down and tilting her head. “Oh! How’s the game doing for you?” She asked awkwardly, slightly flustered from her fantasies getting interrupted like that.

Again, the Legendary Pokemon said nothing, but she curiously examined those antlers, tapping at them a few times. “Oh, those? I think those might get bigger with time. Mom always tells me that.” She replied.

“But time…” The G-Man rasped. “…is something we don’t have much of. The gears of our foes keep turning and we keep…struggling to keep up. How much longer can it keep going? I ask of you.”

Even the ever-curious Mew was getting a little creeped out by how ominous the G-Man continued to be, merely going back to shopping with the similarly perturbed Noelle.

In Team 1, Broly could feel his strength return in full, a desire to fight Goku to a standstill also filling him to the brim. He still remembered their occasional clashes, but they were all in good fun. “How much longer does this go on?” He wondered, looking outside to see the factory continue to puff smoke into the sky. “I don’t like what it’s doing.”

“It’s a grim sight, yes.” Lana nodded. “How one man can be so callous towards nature. The poor birds that must be gasping for breath…”

Hearing that made Broly narrow his eyes slightly. “I don’t think I like this game. Will this be the final round? So we can fight the one responsible? I think…I can end this quick.”

Looking up, Lana gave a beaming smile. “And we’ll be with you every step of the way! Right, guys?”

Skips and Sandy were awkwardly doing their upgrade shopping, with Sandy increasing the strength of her lasso, while Skips still increased his speed. “Ah, sure. Right as rain.” The squirrel anthro quickly nodded before clearing her throat. “Soooo…about that-“

“It was merely the result of increased sexual lust. We shouldn’t think of it any further than that.” Skips calmly said. “If you’re feeling awkward, feel free to speak your mind on it. I won’t mind.”

“I believe I will. Thank ya’ kindly.” Her fluffy tail moved a bit, her generous thighs pressing together as she tried not to think of that musky girthy dick that he sported. “I’m just sayin’, if ya’ fancy goin’ another round-“

“Unless we are both afflicted with aphrodisiac again, I’m going to have to decline. There has only been one in my life that I have ever loved. I don’t think I’ll ever love like that again.” Skips stoically said, though the trembling of his eyes implied that the memory of his beloved being gone still saddened him. “So, basically, I appreciate the interest, but no thanks.”

“Ah. Ya’ got a heart that’s hurtin’. I’ll respect yer wishes.” Sandy nodded. “Though, if ya’ still feel the urge, it don’t gotta mean anythin’ beyond gettin’ frisky for just a minute. Ya’ ever heard the phrase ‘friends with benefits’?”

“…I’ll consider that.” Skips shrugged.

Back with Team 6, Sony-Venom was observing how Spider-Monitor was making her webs, causing him to adopt a similar hand-structure and suddenly unleash a web of his own from his wrist. “Hey, Eddie! Look what we can do now! I think I just unlocked a residual memory!”

‘What’s that supposed to me? How many other hosts have you had before you came to Earth?’

“It’s more of a hive mind thing, remember? For some reason, a lot of those minds can do shit like this.” The symbiote mentioned, only to look sheepish when he realized he just webbed up Spider-Cube, the object trying to tear through the thick web by vibrating and eventually destabilizing them. “Oops.”

With Team 4, Goku was showing the newly unlocked Super Saiyan form to the others in the team, with Donkey Kong clapping and Macaque rolling his eyes. “Congrats. You’re not a natural blonde.” He remarked.

“C’mon, little buddy! I can already feel the entire place shake just from the transformation alone! Maybe I should get into the transformation scene someday.” He rubbed his chin. “Maybe the change in hairstyle would be welcome enough?”

Goku rubbed the back of his head. “It’s okay, Macaque. With the rest of the forms I’ve unlocked, Super Saiyan isn’t really all that impressive these days. Feels like everybody’s doing it back where I’m from. But that’s okay! It just means I have more limits to break! Like maybe Broly’s! You saw him in action, right?”

“Broccoli? I hate broccoli! More of a banana fan.” Donkey Kong stated.

Macaque, however, thought on what the Saiyan had mentioned. “Sounds to me like we still have this game made. I’m, of course, carrying this whole match while you guys have your ‘fun’.”

“I dunno. I’ve been through this Arena before and there’s always one unhappy surprise around the corner. You gotta keep your senses sharp.” Goku warned, turning back into his base form as he looked at the door, waiting for it to open.

Things were a bit more uncertain in Team 10, even as Master Chief managed to get his assault rifle back, allowing him some ranged options. “It’s like, every new round, one of us dies. I know that us Rebels are supposed to keep calm under pressure, but this is getting-“

“It’s okay to be afraid.” Master Chief assured. “But it’s another thing to give up entirely. We’re still standing, so that counts for something.” He said this as he walked towards the door, ready to take on the new robot hordes.

“You don’t really strike me as somebody who gets afraid easily.” Lando admitted. “Got a secret?”

“…I occasionally feel afraid. I just remember what I’m fighting for, what panicking will do to my teammates, and I keep going.” He admitted. “Don’t sell yourself short, either. You’re a good shot from what I saw.”

Giving a slight smile at this, Lando twirled his blaster. “And, with that, you climb to the top of the list of ‘people I’d be trapped in a warzone with’.”

With Team 2, the Paradox had dropped all subtlety, barely giving the others time to shop before it tried to unleash its aggression on them, only for no bullets to come out. “Sorry, bub, but this is a ‘No Friendly Fire’ zone! But I’d definitely kick you in the face if I had the power to!” Miko taunted, crossing her arms while looking for a new outfit for increased defense.

Melting was trying to buy more health, quivering at the soulless yet utterly hate-filled gaze of the Paradox, only to see that Miko was now in an even SKIMPIER sling-bikini. “But…your…armor…” He bubbled, slightly blushing as the outfit struggled with how much that ass pushed against it.

“What? Everybody knows that the skimpier the amor, the higher the defense! It’s kind of a fantasy RPG thing.” Miko said, gesturing to the purple bikini. “Heck, it even has a glowy feature, so it’s GOT to be a rare drop! All those credits we got from kicking robot butt and it paid off! Heh. ‘Paid’.” She chuckled at her own pun.

Back with Team 5, Roberta was adding more explosive rounds to her umbrella weapon, which Jake took notice of. “Well, I’ll be. We ain’t so different after all…and I ain’t just talkin’ about the unconventional arsenal we got.”

He leaned further towards the glasses-adorned face of his teammate. “I see it in yer eyes. Ya’ got that killer in ya’. What’s yer story?” His hellish pupils continued to look into her own, causing her to suddenly freeze up.

One of her hands suddenly grabbed around that large throat, squeezing in just the right way to make the gigantic serpent squirm and gasp for air. “Be careful where you look, demon. You may not like what you find.” She politely said. “I would rather not kill you. You’ve been a very useful ally. Just don’t look into my personal matters. They’re ‘personal’ for a reason.”

Let go from that grip, Jake coughed and gasped, hissing angrily before backing down. His tail moved to where that grip was, the serpent astounded at the sheer strength of that one hand. “Beep?” Bastion wandered close, wondering if he could help.

“What are ya’ lookin’ at?” He grumbled, only to see some blood on the other’s treads. “Been busy all day, haven’t we?” That caused Bastion to lower his head, even looking a bit ashamed. When the giant rattlesnake flicked his tongue, his pupils thinned a bit. “So, that’s what happened to that yapper. Spent more time flappin’ his mouth then doin’ the damn job we’re all supposed to be doin’.”

Not much a fan of the outlaw’s callous attitude, Bastion turned away, looking for something wet to scrub away the blood from there.

With Team 9, Hexadecimal was creating a very special kind of Null (helped by some new upgrades she bought). One that almost resembled TRON, but he was stuck in a T-Pose and constantly shouting gibberish. “SKIBBIDI! FREDDY FAZBEAR! AMOGUS! GYATT!” He kept blabbering.

“Like, stop saying dumbass things! You’re not making sense!” Aschen shouted, still in DTD mode. Even her bubby attitude had limits in this form.

Hexadecimal shook her head. “Alright, fine! Not my best work, but you can at least give me points for effort!” She slashed at the copy, causing it to turn into various worm-like nulls that were bigger than normal. “Much better!”

With Magna Centipede, he was meditating after regaining the ability to use his Magnet Mine ability. The constant chaos around him was actually beneficial to his strategy, as it would give him more incentive to tune out any noise in his audio receptors so he could focus on his long-lost techniques.

The laughter of Sigma still echoed in his head, the damage left behind by that virus still there…as well as the horrible memories of how callous he became to his own comrades as a result of that virus. He still saw their appalled and terrified faces when he executed them in the name of serving Sigma’s vileness.

“Hey! You good in there, cuddle-bug?” Aschen asked.

Allowing himself to stop meditating, the insectoid robot sighed. “No.”

“Awwwww, does somebody need a hug?”

“…” He looked away before giving a longer sigh. “Maybe.” The moment he received a hug, not only was the crushing strength of his ally causing sparks to fly, but those breasts were also pushing against the side of his head. “S-soft!” He exclaimed on impulse, blushing madly.

Hexadecimal watched this while munching on popcorn, kicking back in the air as she chuckled. “Oh, I hope this game never ends.”

With Team 8, Alastor could feel his full strength returning, his claw flexing as static and green smoke filled around it, his expression looking a bit more manic. “I don’t trust him.” Ashley plainly said behind his back.

“I kinda got the impression too, but you should never judge somebody based on their appearance. Trust me. Some of my friends on the Boiling Isles are prime nightmare fuel and they’re pretty stand-up guys and gals.” Luz assured.

“It’s not just his look. Look closely.” Ashley peered mostly at the guy’s waist. “I’ve gotten pretty good at determining what others like to eat. You know what he’s eaten lately?”

“Am I gonna regret the answer if you tell-“

“People. His own kin. Maybe a bit of Cajun-based meals. A lot of meat. Mostly his own kind. In other words, there might not be anything stopping him from eating us if he feels like it.” Ashley explained.

Her pupils looking back to the ominous toothy grin of the other being, Luz started to see the severity of this situation. “Maybe…we’re still safe? I’m kinda bony.”

“Relax, you two!” Lucifer assured. “Now, normally I’d tell you mortals to suck it up and be left to your fates, but you two seem to be using that free will I gave your kin for something decent! You can count on me in making sure that upper-class guy doesn’t get his claws on you.”

“I can still hear you.” Alastor’s head turned like an owl to the group, surprising them. “Also, bite your tongue! Who would I be if I just ate everybody in sight? There’s no class to that!” He then turned to the door. “Why don’t we instead hedge bets on who will be the next unlucky fool to fall in battle?”

“Maybe you? I mean, what’s your track record here again?” Lucifer wondered, not knowing the answer, but still in the mood to taunt.

“…fuck you.” Alastor’s eye twitched a bit.

“Language.” Ashley plainly stated.

With Team 7, Bad Future-Harley was more than a bit relieved to see that she no longer had to deal with the terrible duo that had followed her into this Arena. “Guess it’s just you and me, little guy!” She said this as Starfy jumped onto her shoulder. “It’s gonna be smooth sailin’ from here!”

He twiddled his hands a bit, remembering what happened with that tower. “Hm? Oh, yeah. Uh…I can’t lie to ya’. It’ll be smooth sailin’ for us, but for everybody else…50/50?”

Finally, with Chonky Lotus, the giant dragoness was the only one left in her team’s shop, huddling against the corner after buying an upgrade to increase her strength. She sighed as she comprehended her situation, giving a few lazy pops as she resolved to just keep going until the bitter end.

Maybe, if her luck turned around, she would bring victory to this one team?  “Heck to this drama.” She said to herself.

Much like what happened last time, there would be yet another randomized moment of aphrodisiac being pumped into a particularly large wooden structure, a random assortment of characters showing up in it, though there was one caveat to a few special puffs of the stuff.

Those puffs would cause Miko and Skips to be doing the Jack-O pose, swaying their hips to the beat of a generic dubstep tune. “Whoa! Talk about extremes!” The Glitch Tech exclaimed, seeing how utterly tiny the yeti’s ass was.

“Maybe this contrast is an artistic choice?” He wondered, the muscular arms and pecs pushing against the ground as Skips continued to shake a pretty much non-existent derriere. “Yours is rather gifted.”

“Heck yeah, it is!” She grinned, proud of the way her booty jiggled to the beat. “Seriously, I drive my girlfriend crazy when she tries to game. Sometimes, if she’s in the mood, she’ll rest her controller on these buns!”

“Mmn.” He grunted.

Though the saurian monster would have preferred to have the next moment in this place with Noelle, Susie would find herself in the company of Lana and Roberta instead. “Never had sex with a human, but…” Taking off her shirt as the gas got to her nostrils, her nipples stood on end as she exposed her curvy yet firm form. “Let’s do this!”

“Um…uh…” Lana stammered, totally nude as she clutched her book to her chest. Suddenly, she was pushed onto her back from behind, two strong hands on her shoulders before she suddenly saw a wet pussy upside-down. “Oh…um…that smells good…”

Roberta nodded, her crotch moving to that face as she rested atop it. “Enjoy your meal. Let’s make this mutually beneficial.” She said as she idly rocked her hips back and forth, her large breasts hugged between her arms as she felt Lana’s dainty tongue experimentally flick around her folds with pinpoint accuracy.

As for Susie, her hands wrapped around those legs, licking her lips. “Let’s see what you taste like.” She missed the feeling of soft fur against her hands, but she would enjoy this all the same, her crotch humping the ground a bit while she rammed her large tongue into Lana’s vaginal entrance.

“Mmmmph!” Lana hummed as she felt that wriggling oral organ press against her inner walls, having never felt such a thing before. Her legs wrapped around the saurian monster’s head, her body squirming and shaking even more than Noelle ever did.

‘Mmmn…tastes like…blueberry popsicles?’ Even Susie wasn’t sure what to make of the taste, but she kept greedily slurping, while Roberta adjusted her glasses, waiting for her own orgasm.

“Try not to talk with your mouth full.” She told both her partners, hearing how loud their muffled sounds were as a faint blush filled her cheeks.

Magna Centipede also found himself a part of this surprise moment, with Aschen’s rear falling atop his crotch. “Mmmn…something smells funny…” She giggled, her circuitry suddenly feeling hot in the best way. Her pleasure receptors were going wild, the android arching her back as her green hair whipped against the surprised reploid’s face.

“OUCH! I…what is this?” He huffed against his face-mask, his crotch-plate opening up to reveal two cylinder-shaped segmented girths, the urethras leaking lubricant already thanks to the aphrodisiac. “I legitimately didn’t know I had this feature. Interesting.”

Looking down as her back pressed against the other’s chest, Aschen blushed before giggling again. “You pervy cuddle-bug! Are you as hot and bothered as I am?” She looked back to him, fluttering her lashes. “Is this the part where you lay your eggs in my nice warm synethic womb?”

“W-what?! No! I’d never do such perverted things against your will!” He exclaimed, trying not to look flustered. “I-I-I am an honorable ninja warrior! We do not concern ourselves with-“

“Shhhhh…” Suddenly, DTD-mode had turned off, reverting Aschen back into her stoic personality. However, it was an incomplete process, as her breasts were still more revealed than ever, her crotch-port also exposed. “If we are to return to full functionality, we have to remove this program through some form of copulation.”

“Are you sure?” He asked. “I don’t want to bring my teammate discomfort and-“

“I never thought I’d say this, but now is not the time to be a gentle-robot…mostly.” She turned away, her thighs gripping around those cocks while her pussy pressed on the upper-side of the upper one. “Do as you wish…and maybe, if you want, let it involve those arms. I…like your arms.”

Not wanting whatever took a hold of them to persist into the battle, Magna Centipede allowed the new program to take its course slightly, causing him to use all four arms as he pushed his cocks past those thighs. One hand felt across those soft breasts, another hand gripped around that ass, yet another hand massaged that waist, and another glided a finger across her clit.

“Ah! This is…more than sufficient.” Aschen gasped. “I want to call you a pervert…so badly…but this is not the movement of a pervert…I hang out with one, so I’d know.”

Nodded, Magna continued his motions, his cocks leaking more lubricant while his hands felt around those areas more, stimulating her nipples and clit further. “You truly are beautiful. It’s not often do I let my feelings get in the way of my mission, but I can already feel my mind clearing as we embrace this moment.”

“Like we are becoming one…” Aschen arched her back, relishing how her pussy dragged across that segmented cock, her thighs pressing further on both while she moved her own hands to the two pairs feeling around her. “This is interesting. Apparently, I’m something of a pervert myself.”

The release of the Reploid was nearly reached, but, before orgasm could happen…

With a comedic ‘pop’ sound effect, the couple were laying on the barren ground, causing them both to freeze up. The sound of incoming Scout Robots was filling their audio receptors, their optics looking around as they realized that their moment was over.

Awkwardly, Magna Centipede pumped his hips a bit more, causing him to squirt thick cum-like lubricant across the other’s form, covering her green outfit in some of that substance. “I believe both of us are combat ready again.” He said quietly.

“Yes. You may pry my thighs off. I can’t seem to move. I’m enjoying this too much.” Aschen said in her usual serious way. “I think I like you.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Affirmative?”

“Yes.”

“I enjoy our talks.”

“Same.”

The two serious ones quickly disengaged with some effort, dusting themselves off, though Aschen couldn’t help but lick some of the substance off herself, blushing so much. An arousing sight that the centipede-like Reploid tried not to notice.

Their chat was interrupted when Donkey Kong came in, tackling a particularly large Heavy Robot to the ground. Despite the fact that the gorilla was half the machine’s size, he still managed to smash that robot’s head to scrap, sending gears everywhere while several other giant robots showed themselves.

“Yeesh! Whoever’s in charge is stepping up their game!” Donkey Kong remarked, while the other two went into battle. Magna Centipede used his Magnet Mine to send pieces of his tail into several of the lumbering robots, piercing through their hulls with ease. Aschen, meanwhile, was content to use her rocket fists to knock several down.

There weren’t just giant Heavy robots and giant Soldier robots. The army of Scout robots also brought with his Medic robots that made destroying the hordes a bit harder. Stickies flew through the air, scattering many of the combatants as the town was consumed in plenty of chaos.

Jake slashed through several robots of the horde, avoiding a punch from a giant Heavy Robot before Lenia threw a volt bomb at the thing, disabling it for good. “That’s it? Bigger targets for us to hit?” He wondered, slicing his blade through the air and causing the laser slice to cleave one giant robot’s arm off.

“Big robots also means big THAT!” Lenia shouted, pointing to a large rocket being fired at the group. That cratered the ground, sending the two flying, while Pomni moved through the smoke, coughing while trying to take aim at the incoming threats. “Guys?! Are you okay?” He shouted.

BANG!

A glitching hole appeared in her chest, causing her to fall down in something she still wasn’t used to: pain. Feeling around that spot, she finally collapsed, eventually turning into complete pixels. The Paradox was responsible, the fiendish being moving through the battlefield in search of others to destroy.

“HEY! I saw that!” Jake shouted, trying to get up from that explosion, only to be struck with the baseball bats of several Robot Scouts. He fought hard against them, with Lenia trying to provide support with some volts disabling a few of the marauding machines.

Ready to continue the rampage, the Paradox was nearly blasted by an incoming giant Soldier robot, but Susie’s ax buried into its leg, while Bad Future-Harley joined in by smashing her hammer against the machine’s head, cracking the helmet while Starfy jumped off his friend to spin against the neck supports, decapitating the falling machine.

“Hey! That was my bad guy!” Susie snarled before she got a good look at Starfy’s still cheery face. “…okay, fine. I’ll let you have that.”

“Who’s next?! I’m on top of the world, baby!” Bad Future-Harley cackled, swinging her hammer so much until her fingers slipped. “Whoops!”

That hammer fell into a swarm of Demoman robots, the machines turning to the object that had crushed one of their own before Mew flew over to them, happily spreading about their own activated stickies like they were candy. Something resembling panic graced the faces of the cycloptic robots, some of them running into each-other in the scuffle.

That explosion shook the ground, causing a few Scout Robots to fall, while a massive Scout robot ran over them, carrying the bomb in its hand. “RAAAAH!” Broly rammed into the thing’s back, dragging it against the ground so much that it slowly came apart. In his aggression, he didn’t notice the bomb go flying through the air as a result of that.

With a twip of new web-like strands from his hands, the swinging Sony-Venom grabbed it, holding it for all to see. “We got it! We got…” He was interrupted when that strand was caught by a giant Heavy robot, the machine looking soullessly into the other’s eyes. “Oh, shit. He’s got us now. WEB ATTACK!”

He began to shoot out his web all over the other’s face, resulting in Macaque giving an odd look at the sight, given the angle he was looking at made it seem like the web was coming from…somewhere else. “Anybody gonna get a giant ‘censored’ bar or something?”

While he used his shadow clones to overwhelm the Scout and Demoman robot armies, Sony-Venom was flung around like a flail to the ground, getting him out of commission while the Heavy robot then had to deal with Master Chief unloading his assault rifle into the enemy’s side.

The machine stumbled, with Lando’s blaster scoring a shot at the head. The resulting fall caused the bomb to stumble down a hill, several robots trying to get at it. “Don’t let it get away!” Lando shouted, hopping onto his friend’s back while the Spartan charged through the metal monsters.

They got to the bottom of the hill, catching it…and coming across the newest robot type: the Sentry Buster. With no sentries around, the machine started to beep loudly, its mine-like body trembling incredibly loud. “Three times in a row? Come ON, man.” Lando bemoaned, the Master Chief throwing the bomb as far away as possible due to having an idea of what was coming.

KABOOM!

While Lando was instantly incinerated, Master Chief’s armor managed to tank the blast…only for him to fly out-of-bounds of the whole Arena, causing him to ragdoll all the way down a ravine. Thus, Team 10 was no more.

The Paradox saw the bomb land near it, causing it to instantly take aim at the explosive. With just one blast…maybe every single combatant would be destroyed and it would gain that wish at the end and-

“COMING THROUGH!” Miko shouted, her and Melting sitting atop Bastion as the machine ran over the glitchy being. Though the Paradox tried to push against the robot that crashed into it, it found itself crushed by the treads, flopping behind the machine before he turned around, aiming his blaster at it. “End of the line, glitch!”

“You’re…not very nice…” Melting bubbled, flinging some of himself at the maddened time/space being. Trapping those mangled legs down, they also provided some explosive might for the incoming giant Robot soldiers to deal with.

Bastion’s bullets were the things that lit the fuse, the explosion destroying the entity along with several other robots. “Kinda wish I had some shades for this!” Miko stated, covering her ears while the bomb went flying through the air again, causing the Omnic to let out a panicked beeping sound.

Spider-Cube and Spider-Monitor flew through the air, the former grabbing it with invisible hands. Following them were swarms of Scout robots, this times ones armed with shotguns. They double jumped to get at them, even jumping on each-other in an attempt to bring them out of the sky.

“Sorry, but this flight’s booked for just us!” Spider-Monitor fired her webs, gunking clusters of them together.

That didn’t stop them from still moving around until the webs had clustered them into a large ball that kept chasing them through buildings, splintering them before a Heavy robot grabbed that ball, throwing it at them. Panicking, Spider-Cube dropped the bomb, but it landed into one of Alastor’s tentacles.

“I’ll be taking that, thank you very much!” He grinned before suddenly growing to a large height. “Lucifer, be a dear and take the explosive somewhere safe. I’m going to keep trying and trying until I hear at least one scream from these atrocious automatons!’

“Yeah, yeah, leave you to that.” The fallen angel was holding the bomb up with one finger, looking quite bored as he sent clusters of fireballs across the city. He didn’t seem to care at this point, treating this like some boring game. “Wake me up, robots, when you can surprise me!”

“Dude! Watch where you throw those things!” Luz advised, having just used some new glyphs to teleport across the entire map, drawing glyphs in the ground to serve as electrifying traps for the armies. “You could get somebody hurt!”

“Chillax! Everybody’s used to things blowing up at this rate!” The king of Hell rationalized, doing an easygoing shrug. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

His robe got tugged, causing him to look down. There was Ashley, comedic scorch marks all over her. One of her pigtails was on fire, causing her to stoically pinch the tip of one of those hair strands, putting out the fire. “Care to explain? I’m not very happy now.”

“….okay, that’s my L.”

“’L’ as in…Lucifer?” The G-Man rasped near him, indulging in some humor for once.

“GAH!” In a panic, Lucifer smacked the otherworldly being across the face with his staff, sending him flying into a wall and causing him to accidentally send the bomb flying through the air…again.

A massive pillar of ice formed from below, enveloping the bomb. Noelle panted after causing that, only to realize that she had just attracted the attention of an incoming horde of robots. Like a deer in the headlights, she froze, wondering what to do.

Crashing into the hordes like a meteor, Goku was in Super Saiyan mode when he did so, melting some of the robots that were beneath him and sending the others through the sky. “Hey, there! I like the ice sculpture you made! It’s-“

CRACK!

Several of the robots crashed into that sculpture, causing the bomb portion to fall down. “I got it!” Chonky Lotus easily caught it, only for instant frostbite to travel across her hands. “Ow! OW!” She quickly moved her tail-flame to it, melting the ice, but also exposing the bomb to her fire almost. “Eep! Somebody catch it instead!” She tossed it aside.

It konked against the heads of several giant robots, causing them to run into each-other when they tried to reach for it. Through the fallen robots, Rattlesnake Jake slithered through the cracks, the bomb caught in his fangs. “Mmmmphhhmmmmmph!” He demanded.

Roberta, who had just felled two robots at the same time through her custom rifle, arched a brow. “Hm?”

Spitting out the explosive, he flicked his tongue as he spoke properly. “We only got a few minutes left! Make ‘em count!” He shouted, moving alongside her to sent a hail of bullets against the incoming hordes.

In his excitement, the bomb rolled into the arms of a sneaking giant Scout robot. It tried to run with the bomb, trying to ignore the many other robots flying through the air. “YEEE-HAH!” Sandy shouted, heralding her and Lana’s arrival.

The two were atop a massive Lynel, the muscular gynomorph of a centaur ramming through the hordes with ease. “I’m not familiar with his kind of monster, but I think she’s friendly!” Lana exclaimed, holding onto the warrior for dear life.

“More like willin’ to throw down! The sentiment’s shared, girl!” Sandy said as she enjoyed every bump and every pile of scrap that was created due to the ramming of the army. The giant Scout Robot increased its pace, struggling to hurry up…

Alas, the Lynel finally smashed her sword against the machine’s back, sending the bomb flying into the air…and straight into Hexadecimal’s claw.

The Queen of Chaos chuckled as she gazed at the bomb, her mask’s mouth opening WIDE as she suddenly swallowed it, causing her to give a slight burp. “Ooops! I should remember to chew before I swallow. Then again, I wouldn’t want the explosive aftertaste.” She cackled as she said that, the Lynel looking confused before vanishing.

Watching this from the monitors, the Gray Mann program scowled, the Blu Pyro watching the screens that were being showed to him. “Do you see what I’m dealing with? I’m running out of resources fast. While a few of the combatants have been destroyed, the most powerful ones are still there!”

“…” The Blu Pyro breathed heavily, the only reason the screens were spared his wrath were due to him not sensing a pulse from them.

“I’ll figure something out. I always do.” The program confidently said. “This war of attrition will only have one winner. Me. Obviously me. I literally am not programmed to lose.”

Having heard enough of this, the Blu Pyro left…and a rather gruesome idea began to fill his mind, especially as he saw the machines working all around him to produce more machines to essentially get reduced to cannon fodder for these combatants.

If they were to win this, quality was going to win over quantity…and the Blu Pyro was ready to remove whatever humanity he had left in him to achieve that goal.

Notes:

(Just a head's up, regarding some of Pomni's lines, this all takes place before 'Episode 6' of her series)

Current Dead:

-Commander Shepard, Marcus Fenix (Team 10)
-Fairy Ichika, Miilkywayz, Saa (Team 11)
-Monkey D. Luffy (Team 4)
-Missingno. (Team 2)
-Golden Freddy (Team 12)
-Mitori the Green Imposter (Team 6)
-Deadpool (Team 5)
-Starterra, Starrofire (Team 7)
-TRON (Team 9)

And now...

-Pomni (Team 3)
-The Paradox (Team 2)
-Master Chief, Lando Calrissian (Team 10 IS DEAD!)

Chapter 4: The Fourth Wave / The Tank

Part 5: The Fourth Wave/The Tank

 

It seemed that it would be yet another upgrade session, in which the teams could rest and relax for a moment before the next inevitable battle against a bunch of robots while also making sure the bomb didn’t blow them all to kingdom come.

Well, it was a normal session. It was also a prelude to something that would shake up the formula a bit more.

Noelle was a bit sad that she didn’t get to have another moment with Susie, but the fact that she had done something that prevented all from being destroyed put a smile on her face. She examined her hands after buying a new upgrade, trying her hand at a smaller ice sculpture.

Floating in front of her, the ever-curious Mew was eyeing what she was making, getting her attention. “Oh, this? I’m thinking…maybe I’ll make my dad.” She said, tenderly thinking about her critically ill but loving father.

That’s when she had a thought. If she won this…maybe she could help him feel much better? Maybe even bring back Dess? She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice that the G-Man was looming over her, ready to go into yet another monologue…

…only for Mew to casually grab him calmly by the shoulder and literally fling him over the side, causing his usually stoic façade to break. “What the?!” He grunted before landing against a locker, causing the place to shake.

“What was that?” Noelle wondered, to which the Pokemon just shrugged.

Sandy’s group was also in good spirits, all of them gearing up for the next mission. “Something’s off.” Skips sniffed the air.

“Why’s that?” Lana asked, holding her book close as new pages appeared in it. Broly sat next to her, also intent on listening to this dire warning.

Narrowing his eyes ominously, said eyes began to squint. “A cry against the natural order is being made as we speak. A mind as dark as the deepest abyss has teamed up with the devilry that got us trapped in here to begin with. Prepare yourselves. I’ve got a bad feeling the kid gloves are coming off.”

“Well, bring ‘em on!” Sandy gave a thumbs-up. “Way I see it, we’re tougher than bark on a tree made of titanium alloy!”

“Um…what she said.” Broly nodded.

With Team 3, they had finally gained a loss, with Susie sharpening her axe as she let that sink in. “It ain’t gonna be me. Not anybody else here. You hear? I’ll be PISSED if any of you get yourselves killed!”

“Relax. That ain’t gonna happen.” Jake sounded a bit more solemn, but he managed to keep a cocky smile. “They just got us at a bad time. Now, we’re stronger than ever and-“

“I’m not sure. Most Arenas don’t go on for more than five or six chapters. We’re already at that limit and…I dunno. Who knows what else they could throw at us!” Lenia grasped her head, already remembering flashbacks of the last few times that the cast nearly suffered a total party wipe.

A kiss to her cheek calmed her slightly. “Maybe, with good ol’ me on your side, our luck basically quadrupled.”

“Gag me.” Susie rolled her eyes. “Luck doesn’t win anything. Guts does!” She flexed a limb, looking in glee as she saw more definition.

With Team 5, Jake flicked his tongue multiple times, sensing something that was ominous as Skips described. “Square up, folks. This one’s ‘bout to get ugly.” He scowled, Roberta reloading for emphasis. Bastion just hoped, this time around, he wouldn’t be hurting another soul that got caught in the crossfire.

In the case of Team 4, Macaque was now surrounded by shadow clones, building up an army while Goku felt enough power to possibly transform into Super Saiyan 2. “Hey, guys! My pecs are shaking! Something’s wrong!” Donkey Kong exclaimed.

“You have a ‘pec sense’?” Macaque almost asked if he could see more, but he turned his head away, still trying to look serious. “So, does that mean an actual challenge or another mindless robot wrecking romp?”

“Yeah, this is, to be honest, kind of boring. Maybe a bit exciting, but REALLY boring.” Goku had no idea how much he was going to eat those words…or maybe he knew that might be the case and he would happily munch on them if it meant that something would come along to test his skills all the more.

With Team 8, parts of Alastor started to shake like radio static, the noise accompanying that only adding to that metaphor. “You got some kind of radio sense? You look tense.” Luz asked, having just bought her broom back from the shop so she could fly easier alongside Ashley.

“Call it a ‘demon’s intuition’, but I think that this show is set to go a step beyond ‘fight the robots, same program next week’. I’m actually rather curious! The good times are already rolling.” He said with jubilance, despite his inner distaste at the thought of AGAIN suffering defeat in one of these Arenas.

“Heh. I could have told you  all that.” Lucifer pointed out, not wanting to be outshined. The two even seemed to be getting into a nudging match.

“Idiots.” Ashley said to herself. There was no bitterness in her voice, making it seem like an observation rather than an insult in her eyes.

Of course, Chonky would spend her time alone in her team’s shop, but the fact that she had made it past another round where defeat seemed certain did do a few wonders for her confidence. “Sure wish I had a chat to talk to…or do I?” She instantly looked to the shop’s selection, only to just see more upgrades. “Shoot.” She huffed.

With Team 6, the spider-senses of Spider-Cube and Spider-Monitor were going off, with Sony-Venom wondering what was causing them to freeze. “We’re having a fight? Already?” He wondered. “We haven’t even finished our shopping spree! All this money-“

“Hold up. It’s just…” Given her slight connection with all things glitch-related, Spider-Monitor was especially figuring out that something was very wrong. A sentiment that her cube-shaped companion was especially feeling. It was like the dark magic that made this Arena possible was increasing in scale…

That same sentiment was apparent in Team 2’s shop, where Miko felt her hair frizz a bit at the same feeling that the previous few combatants were getting. “I didn’t know this match was gonna have a boss battle.” She remarked, with Melting trembling. “A boss battle we’re going to totally ACE!”

“Y-you sure?” He trembled. Even with all this upgrades, this still seemed like an uphill battle.

“I know so! It’s probably going to be just a souped-up robot. What’s the worst they could throw at us? A damage-sponge, maybe?” She wondered.

The only other duo that didn’t seem aware of the coming danger was Team 7, with Starfy and Bad-Future Harley blissfully looking through upgrades as they awaited their next robot-destroying session. Starfy was just happy to spend it all with a friendly face, the superhero of the future humming the animated series ‘Batman’ theme as she did so.

Finally, with Team 9, Hexadecimal was gleefully getting that same feeling of dread, rubbing her hands together. “Ah, it seems that things are FINALLY getting interesting!” She said while buying the ability to create even more chaotic happenings, like random explosions or just things disappearing and then reappearing.

Things like Magna Centipede’s tail, causing him to grunt in annoyance as he tried to meditate on everything that happened. “Don’t speak of this so casually. Something dark is coming and we’d best be prepared for it. Our minds must be clear and decisive like the most cutting blow.”

“I agree. Stop messing around, witch, and maybe figure out how to magic your way out of this one.” Aschen stated stoically, though she seemed to get a bit bashful when around the Reploid.

While Hexadecimal ignored that barb (she actually seemed a bit thankful that she was called ‘witch’), Magna’s optic looked to the blushing green-haired android. “Is my presence causing discomfort?”

“That’s the problem. I actually found that time we had to be…rather pleasing.” She replied. “It’s not often I meet a gentleman robot, let alone somebody with an appealing design.”

“You find my appearance pleasing? The feeling is mutual.” He replied seriously, even though he started to get hot under the collar slightly, as well. “Maybe, if we survive this round, should we be sent to that other room again…you’d want to-“

Suddenly turning into her DTD mode, Aschen hugged him tightly, one heel moving up as she waved him around while almost crushing him like an insect. “Have this big handsome cuddlebug fuck me until my CPU does a hard reboot?! HELL YEAH!”

“ACK! If…you consent…I suppose I can…loosen up that way…” He stammered, only for a sudden teleport to occur.

Like clockwork, several of the characters were sent to a room in which aphrodisiac hovered in the air, driving everybody into a lustful state. This time around, Chonky would find herself taking up the most space, her eyes darting around as she expected something to happen to her exposed pussy.

Instead, she found Miko Kubato sitting atop her left boob, giving a tongue-blep as she spread out her cheeks and let them clap around one of her nipples. “So, THIS is what it’s like to get it on with a giantess?” She beamed. “I’m already lovin’ it~”

“Oh, my…” Chonky gave a ‘pop’ sound of pleasure, cupping her other breast as she moved the other hand to feel around her wet folds. The way that booty rubbed around her tit, almost like she was hot-dogging a cock, was making her writhe and wriggle around in obvious pleasure.

“That’s right! Watch me work it, you big sexy dragon!” Miko grinned, shaking her hips like there was no tomorrow while she pressed her knees and hands against that humongous and wonderfully soft boob.

Lana, meanwhile, had summoned something to help her with her own lust. Having just gotten a few new pages, she had summoned a large Octorock, the monster’s tentacles burying into her pussy and ass while the rest of her limbs were wrapped around, the suckers massaging her skin.

‘This is…better than I thought!’ She thought, her mouth opening as she welcomed a large tendril to start massaging her throat. Several of those suckers were teasing her tits, moving them around while sucking them at the same time. Her pussy clenched around the tentacle within there, her toes splaying out as, several times, she felt the urge to cum around the appendage.

Aphrodisiac had also once again affected Skips and Sandy, but Broly was also affected. However, he seemed more aware of what to do, watching as the squirrel anthro nosed against his rather large balls, his hand wrapped around his cock. “When Cheelai is ‘in the mood’, we usually do this. Will this help?”

“Thank ya’ kindly, Broly. Now…lemme show ya’ why us squirrels enjoy NUTS.” She teased, instantly stuffing those Saiyan balls into her cheeks. They expanded greatly, while Broly grunted and started to stroke his dick some more, splattering some of his pent-up seed across her backside.

Meanwhile, Skips was content to have his cock hot-dogged by the other pair of cheeks, his dick shooting some loose strands to add to the amount coating her fur. ‘Land’s sake…just admit it, Sandy…you’ve been spending WAY too much time in the lab…wonder if that Loona gal is up for what folks call a ‘booty call’…’ She blushed as she thought this, continuing to slurp around those warm musky nuts.

Both Magna Centipede and Macaque, despite everything, were meditating to get through the aphrodisiac in piece. Occasionally, they snuck glance at each-other’s dicks, but they still tried to return to suppressing their urge to fuck in favor of preparing for whatever laid ahead.

At long last, everybody was transported to the same battleground as usual, except there was one major difference: the place was completely deserted. This was usually the part where an entire swarm of robots would start covering the hills, the usual music playing during their assault. But, this time around…there was just silence.

A very CREEPY level of silence. “Ohhhh-kay…what now?” Jake wondered, looking around before giving a shrug. “Are we here early?”

Flicking his tongue around the air, the OTHER Jake (the more serpentine one) still sensed something was off. Normally, he couldn’t smell the other robots, so what was up with that weird scent?

Swinging to the very center of the town, Spider-Monitor took the lead…only to instantly feel her spider-sense spike to nearly headache-inducing levels. “Everybody! Get back! I think-“

SHOOM!

Smashing through the ground alongside a flood of incomplete Scout robots (some were missing arms, others were missing their entire lower halves), something cylindrical and the size of two African Elephants emerged, its suction-tip sucking in Spider-Monitor by the limbs first, instantly swallowing her and causing her squirming screaming form to vanish within itself.

Through the smoke, its four robotic clawed-legs smashed down, looking very spindly and covered in wires, but ending in sharpened claws seemingly made from the melee weapons of the fallen Blu Team (one claw was the Blu Soldier’s shovel, another was Blu Medic’s hacksaw, another was Blu Sniper’s machete, and so forth).

The body of the behemoth was that of a regular Gray Mann tank, but the discarded ranged weapons of the Blue Team were also stapled onto the sides haphazardly. Some looked fine, but others looked more than a bit wrecked. A large tail made of mismatched robot parts and more wires trailed behind it.

But the most defining feature was the head, neck, and…balls? At the base of the wide cylindrical neck was a pair of massive rubber orbs with blue highlights. Spider-Monitor had fallen into them, her outline seen before she was instantly digitized into further fuel for the unnatural beast.

The long neck ended in what looked to be a penis, but the urethra glowed with an intense blue shine that became even brighter when the ‘urethra’ expanded, a hideous mechanical wailing filling the entire area as the Scout robots started to swarm out further.

For those like Luz and Ashley, all they could see were a bunch of pixels covering the head and, erm, generators of the abomination. “What am I even looking at?!” Luz exclaimed.

“I…I don’t know.” Even Ashley was perturbed, readying her wand as the battle began.

Lenia, however, was savvy enough to realize what was happening. “Is that a freaking COCK DEMON!? Like in those past Arenas?!”

“THAT'S A THING?!” Jake exclaimed, still comprehending what he was looking at while the others rushed to deal with this monstrosity.

Sony-Venom was taking the lead, roaring in fury while Spider-Cube covered him. “You son of a bitch! WE’RE GONNA MAKE SURE WE HIT YOU SQUARE IN THOSE OVERSIZED NUTS!”

Gripping the ground with its four claws, the Cock Demon Tank launched itself into the air with surprising ease, shocking more than a few combatants before it landed with an EMP pulse. Bastion was hit the hardest by that pulse, sparking and sputtering before that tail smashed into him like a train, reducing him to pieces.

Hissing in retaliation, Rattlesnake Jake began to open fire, the bullets bouncing off the damage-sponge boss before it then felt Broly’s energy blasts strike its sides. Activating the Blu Heavy Minigun, the bullets began to fly, but (much like the original Blu Heavy) the bullets all missed. Nevertheless, they were enough to scatter several of the other combatants.

Sony-Venom managed to land on the beast, clawing into the top while Spider-Cube attacked several of the legs with quick strikes. Bending its head backwards, the urethra wrapped around Sony-Venom’s surprised head, but, instead of swallowing him, a massive blue beam shot out, frying that head to a crisp before it slashed through the town, blowing up several buildings.

The explosions caused by that Shining Blue Beam were further scattering everybody. “If somebody makes a ‘Super Laser Piss’ joke…” Bad Future-Harley muttered as she rammed her hammer against the attacking Scout Robots, Starfy spinning around to send the broken pieces into other foes.

Donkey Kong, now equipped with his Coconut Guns, opened fire on the Cock Demon Tank, the laser once more needing to recharge as it was assaulted by coconuts ramming into its balls. Letting loose another roar, it leaped into the air, firing sticky bombs and rockets as it did so. The King of Swing managed to get out of the way, though Spider-Cube was reduced by pixels by the rockets.

Landing with another loud slam, it wildly fired its sniper attachment, missing until one lucky shot shattered through Rattlesnake Jake’s tail. “SON OF A-“ He was then swarmed by several Scout Robots, the snake trying to slither his way free and even crush a few under his coils, but that left him open for one of those claws to smash against his head.

Memories being pinned by a hawk sent him into panic mode, his eyes widening with fright before that head was pulped, his coils going still. It still left the machine open for several shurikens from Magna Centipede and even a Lynel charge from Lana, nearly knocking the abomination onto its side.

Grappling with the Lynel using its arms, it also noticed how Alastor was growing to great size, laughing as his demonic minions began to tear apart the Scout Robots. “Hold it, tall, dark, and slightly-less handsome! Let a pro demonstrate how to handle a problem!” Lucifer prepared a massive fireball in his hand.

“I’m sorry, but do you intend to steal my moment? I could have this done in an instant!” The Radio Demon argued, occasionally having to swat away marauding Scout robots.

“C’mooon! Let me have this! I don’t succeed much these days, so this would be really…”

The machine may have been a mindless combination of evil magic and science with malicious intent, but it was also given some memories of the previous battles. Throwing the Lynel to the side, it leaped right into Goku’s crosshairs, the Super Saiyan charging up a Kamehameha to end this monster as soon as possible. “KAMEHAMEHAAAAAA!”

Perfect timing, for the Cock Demon proceeded to bury underground…and leave Lucifer and Alastor to take the brunt of that attack. “…oh.” Both demonic ones uttered, with Alastor getting that beam to the face first as he was then folded onto Hell’s hermit king.

KABOOOOM!

The sheer level of power, as well as the result of striking both formidable demons, created an explosion so big that it almost rivaled what would happen if the Gray Mann explosive ever succeeded. A massive crater was formed into the ground, a hail of bullets and stickies getting fired from it almost instantly.

“Whoops! My bad!” Goku chuckled, nearly getting struck with that ‘Super Laser Piss’ (a title that Bad Future-Harley had accidentally put into the minds of everybody). Something that sliced through the air and almost struck Chonky Lotus.

Pushing past the beam while trying not to pay attention to how much devastation it was causing, she grabbed around the very head of the Cock Demon Tank, flinging it around until some of the weapons began to fall off, eventually slamming it into the ground. “Talk about ‘beating the meat’!” Jake joked.

“C’mon! Really?!” Lenia remarked, while Susie tore a Scout robot’s head off with her teeth.

Mew flew through the sky, assessing all while Noelle tried to freeze the monster with a sudden wave of ice. “Hell yeah! That’s my future GF right there!” Susie yelled, only for the rocket launcher of the tank monster to suddenly break free of the ice. “Ah, shit!”

“HIT THE DIRT!” Jake shouted, pushing all down as the rocket launcher began to fire wildly, destroying the ice float that Noelle had made and causing her to fall.

Thankfully, Skips was there to catch her, Mew providing cover as the yeti placed her gently down. “This ain’t stopping until that thing’s dead. Notice how, with each blast of its main weapon, more Scout robots are crawlin’ out?” He remarked.

“Heck yeah! It’s a regular keystone army, I reckon!” Sandy stated, the Cock Demon Tank suddenly breaking free to avoid a rocketing punch from Broly.

Summoning the dark energies it had been infused with, it created several portals, shoving its claws into the swirling purple tears. One of those claws slammed against Donkey Kong, but he managed to push it back. That didn’t stop the wires from sinking into his flesh, electrocuting him from the inside. “GAAAAAAAAAAH!” He cried out, erupting into flames.

Throwing his charred body to the side harshly, the monster charged forth, avoiding various spells fired from Ashley’s wand and even a few glyphs meant to slow it down. As a matter of fact, it leaped into the air, did a backflip, and used the flamethrower attachment to airblast Ashley straight into a mound of Scout robots, causing them to self-destruct with her still there.

“Ashley!” Luz cried out, only for her broom to get swatted out by that tail when the mechanical monster landed, sending her plummeting into the ground, though she managed to jump off in the nick of time to make a safe landing.

Aschen punched through several of the Scout Robots, giving a happy giggle as she remained in DTD mode. She then noticed that Magna Centipede had been pinned, those wires ready to sink into him. “Oh, no, you did-N’T!” She waved her finger. “You didn’t just hurt my cuddlebug, did you, bastard?” She cheerfully said before she surged forth, smashing her foot into the ballsack of the beast.

Rearing back in utter pain, one of the legs was crippled by a smack from Bad Future-Harley…only for those wires to reform with her in it. “Ah, CRAP!” She cried out, crushed to nothing as the wires converged around each-other. Starfy let out a panicked squeak, the monster looking to him before coldly firing a some well-placed stickies around the starfish.

With another explosion, another foe had been vanquished, while Melting struggled to make it to one of those limbs, using the destroyed Scout robots as a way to harm the rampaging one. “Hey! Big and ugly! You missed me!” Miko distracted the monster, its head surging like a scorpion’s tail to get at her, but she kept dodging. “Weave! Swerve! Almost got me!”

“That’s right! Keep taunting it!” Magna Centipede shouted, helped up by the now normal Aschen. “Meanwhile, everybody hit the weapons! Disarm it!”

“Already on it, dear!” Hexadecimal was summoning a wave of nulls to knock the monstrosity off balance, distracting it long enough for several other combatants to use their ranged attacks against the underside of the beast.

Already, steam was erupting from the wounds, but it wasn’t giving up just yet. Charging up its laser attack to the point of it glowing bright red, it fired the enlarged beam all around, driving everybody away, but also creating a dust screen around itself.

That beam would also strike directly against Hexadecimal, the chaotic one having almost teleported herself away, but she didn’t snap her fingers just right, resulting in her teleporting RIGHT INTO THE BEAM. “Oh, pity.” She huffed, looking more disappointed than pained as she was digitized into pixels.

“We’ve got it on the ropes! C’mon!” Susie rushed forward.

“Hold on!” Jake pushed her down when a large shadow glowed red within the smoke, saving her, but leaving himself open for that urethra to clamp around his upper half. He wriggled around, energy from the beam still crackling from within and, thus, reducing him to ash before he could find himself falling into the balls.

“NO!” Lenia shouted, throwing some electricity orbs in retaliation at the balls. They caused the monster to leap into the air again, crashing near Miko.

“ACK!” She stumbled, falling onto her butt before that head loomed over her, the remaining weapons (minigun, pipe bomb launcher, and sentry gun) keeping almost everybody at bay before that head slammed down on her. “MMMPH!” She cried out, pushing against the still smoking hot edges of the interior cock.

‘Hope you…choke on me!’ She thought, only to feel herself literally getting converted to energy, parts of her turning into pixels before she let out a defiant scream. The twin essences of her and Jake energized the monstrosity, causing it to fire yet ANOTHER beam from its urethra, aiming it at random spots of the map.

Almost every building had been reduced to rubble, with the Scout robot also getting reduced to scrap. “THIS IS CRAZY!” Noelle exclaimed, covering her head as she heard Lana give one last cry of surprise before she was annihilated by the random blast.

Throughout this, Roberta had bunkered down in the rubble, taking potshots at some of the monster’s weapons. It wasn’t long before it had lost most of its arsenal, relying solely on that beam to just destroy everything around it.

Instead of trying to fight the Cock Demon Tank, Macaque was sending shadow clones to keep everybody safe from the beam, letting them tank the hit while they pushed everybody out of the way whenever it happened. “Can somebody…speed up…this fight already?!” He grunted, straining himself with how many clones he was having to make.

Given how much red light and flame was filling the town, it wouldn’t be long before he was unable to produce anymore clones. Time was running out for all…

“KAIOKEN!”

No longer in Super Saiyan mode, but glowing bright red, Goku surged forth, smashing into the monstrosity’s side while it still fired that beam. The unstable fusion of magic and technology was dragged through the ground, but there was more to Goku’s attack than just injuring the abomination.

For the barrier was coming closer…and closer…and-

KABOOOOOOOM!

A magnificent display of red fire and the laser expanding one last time, the Cock Demon Tank had erupted against that barrier with a magical shockwave that destroyed it entirely. The thing shattered like glass, the barrier thankfully absorbing most of the explosion so that the others weren’t harmed. Only pushed back with enough force to knock them all out.

The only one that wasn’t affected and was content to watch was the G-Man, having avoided all of this mayhem by just idly standing around the very edge of the other side of the map. “This place…so many surprise…but I see it all. I’ve read the script. I know how this all ends…”

Evidently not, as the destroyed Tank body of the monstrosity from earlier soon fell atop him, crushing him into nothing but literal static, ensuring he was no longer present in the Arena.

As for the Grey Mann program, he watched the destruction of the only thing protecting him from some very angry combatants with his usual stoic look. “The results of this test were…encouraging. Not completely to my liking, but, in just a few rounds, my potential enemies have been cut down from 48 to 14.”

Behind him, there were the sounds of muffled screaming, red light emanating from one of the hidden rooms in the mostly darkness-covered interior of the factory. “And my masked benefactor has shown himself to not just be willing to use whatever forces are at work to my advantage…but also his surprisingly level of technical know-how.”

He gave a dark chuckle as the screaming continued. “He’s even willing to use his knowledge of the science of pain on himself…and, whatever he becomes…will be under my total control!”

Even a man as dead inside as he couldn’t help but give a much more prominent chuckle, almost escalating into a full-on evil laugh.

Notes:

And so, with that sudden devastation, the only ones left are Broly, Sandy Cheeks, Skips, Melting, Lenia Storm, Susie, Macaque, Roberta, Luz Noceda, Magna Centipede, Aschen Brodel, Chonky Lotus, Mew, and Noelle Holiday!

Will there be only one more chapter left or two? Maybe more? We'll have to see! It all depends on the simulation this is all based on.

Chapter 5: The Fifth Wave / The Grey Factory

Part 6: The Fifth Wave/The Grey Factory

 

The barrier was destroyed. The dust was clearing. The shock of what had just happened was slowly dissipating. The factory was now working into overdrive, the ominous block-shaped building audibly increasing production on robots in anticipation for what was about to happen.

“CHAAAAAAAARGE!” Quickly flipping Noelle onto her shoulders, Susie had extended her axe. “Let’s wreck some robot butt!”

“I’m standing right here.” Aschen crossed her arms.

“You know what I’m about!” She replied. “Besides, you look less ‘clanky’ and ‘evil’ and more ‘human supermodel’.”

“It’s not my fault my creators were, as some people say, ‘horny on main’.” She replied.

“Um, can we focus?” Noelle asked, while Mew floated to her side, pointing to something coming over the hill.

Well, actually, some THINGS. The remaining robots were being sent out, some missing their limbs due to how quickly they were being shoved out. “Heh. Stand aside. Let the pros handle this.” Macaque was about to summon an entire army of shadow clones, only to realize that he had spent much of his power earlier. “Okay, who’s covering me?”

“On it!” Luz took to the sky on her broom, eager to take the lead after the loss of her entire team. She formed a glyph that resulted in a few fireballs falling down, cratering the ground on the hill that the robots were descending from. Pipe bombs and rockets were now covering the hill, the robots opening fire with everything they had.

Even worse, there were some Medic robots that were keeping the Heavy robots functional, as well as some Soldier robots. Sniper robots unleashed their rounds, while Scout robots rushed like a tide of metal death. A few teleporters were being set up by Engineer robots.

Gearing up for a great fight, Sandy looked to Broly and Skips. “You ready for this, fellers?”

Something that caught her off-guard was Broly lagging as he rushed forward, repeating the same scream before he suddenly vanished. “Oh, no…” Skips looked aghast. “It’s a race against time! I’ve seen this before! BEEN through this before!”

“What does that mean?!” Lenia exclaimed before it dawned on her. “Oh, wait…we’re on a TF2 server…and that means…”

Out of nowhere, a bunch of Sniper robots materialized, all aiming upwards and, when they fired, one of the combatants was felled with little fanfare. Melting had been eliminated, reduced to a lifeless pile of mush by the improbable bullets.

“BOTS AND SERVER ERRORS! RUUUUUUN!” Lenia screamed.

Being a hacker himself, Magna Centipede’s optics dilated with obvious horror. “It’s a race to the finish! Everyone! Focus less on the robots and more on reaching the factory! We destroy it, we all win!”

A massive rock got thrown into the army as it arrived, the culprit behind that being Chonky. She gave a ‘pop’ of encouragement, leading the charge as they all prepared to just blaze through the fiends. The longer they spent fighting them, the greater the chance that the already unstable server would collapse.

It was almost as if the world that Aresdemonia had created here was never meant to be. That Gray Mann was meant to stay defeated. Thus, this server was about to become a ticking clock, with most cards stacked in Gray Mann’s favor.

Sandy used her lasso to send a Heavy robot into his own Medic, leaving him open for Mew to spin around him and result in several robots blasting at each-other in an attempt to destroy her…only for her to be kick-banned for ‘hacks’.

“What the?! She’s been doing what we’ve been doing! How is that fair?!” Lenia shouted while flinging as many electric mines as she could, clearing the path a bit more while the volts crackled across many robots. Even the very teleporters became death-traps for the machines, reducing them to scrap when they blew up.

Noelle helped by creating icy barriers, allowing many to continue passing through. Roberta went off on her own, but oil was now covering her body, her bloodlust starting to rise as she grabbed a fallen Scout robot’s baseball bat, smashing it through several of the machines with reckless abandon.

She even suplexed an entire Sentry Buster and send it crashing into where a few Demoman robots were. “Tear…you all…apart…to return to…my family…” She muttered, her eyes looking around as she began to see the oil as blood.

However, her threat level had led to several Heavy robots suddenly unleashing their full arsenal on her. Even as she was riddled with the bullets, she managed to fling another wayward Sentry Buster to them, destroying the horde before she collapsed, dead.

“My broom!” Luz shouted from above, the broom continuously glitching and causing her to appear in multiple areas, eventually going out of bounds. “I BLAME A LACK OF UPDAAAAAATES…” She shouted, falling into the glitchy abyss before being no more.

Susie ripped through many robots with her axe, the factory halfway close to the rushing group. Lenia stuck by her side, while Noelle kept doing what she was doing. Skips and Sandy were an unstoppable duo, using the chunks of ice as either cover or throwables or both.

Chonky was throwing Macaque’s remaining clones into the distance, sabotaging a few more teleporters and wrecking more robots. Due to being a large target, however, she was finding herself overwhelmed by the rockets and pipe bombs, as well as the sniper shots. “Oh…tired…” She mumbled.

Due to being tired, Macaque was unable to teleport away before she collapsed with him still near, her chest squishing him into the ground. “So…glad…Sun isn’t seeing this.” He grumbled, only to see a Sentry Buster activating in front of the duo. “There any chance we can have a do-over of this game?”

KABOOM!

That explosion caused the area behind the current combatants to collapse, the hill becoming either an inferno or a glitchy mess that resembled sharp mountains. The closer they got, the more the robots started to exit the factory in increased ferocity. Some were even punching through the windows.

Some of those bullet struck Susie in the shoulder, causing her to grunt in pain before Noelle was suddenly tackled by a Scout robot. “HEY!” She shouted, turning around.

“I’ve got it!” Lenia tried to use her electricity to stop the machine from harming the deer monster, but there would be something else the group had to deal with.

The army was one thing (though being dealt with by the others with ease), but there was also the matter of a shadowy figure with glowing red eyes standing atop the tower. With a muffled shout, he was suddenly firing missiles from seemingly his girthy belly alone, as well as generating fireballs from his palms.

They all skyrocketed towards the battlefield, destroying many robots, but also soon heading towards Susie and company. “Relax, guys. I’ve got this!” The saurian monster extended his axe, while Noelle prepared to create another ice flow…until she got tackled by yet another Scout robot.

The combination of missiles and fireballs generated a huge explosion that pushed the other combatants closer to the factory, but with the knowledge that their companions had perished in the blaze. “My comrades…falling like before…” Magna Centipede clutched his head, ash and smoke surrounding him.

One of his hands was quickly grabbed by Aschen, the green-haired android helping him back to his feet as they entered the dark building. “This is no time to panic. They can only be avenged if we succeed.”

“I…I know, but…this is not the first time I’ve suffered this. The feeling of losing all that fought alongside me…” He shook his head before clenching his fists. “My mind is my own this time. I have to succeed!”

“And we’ll make sure that you fellers do!” Sandy shouted, she and Skips holding the line with the robots coming in from outside. “We’ll have a little dosy-doe with these mechanical varmints! You two just focus on kickin’ the tail of that Gray Mann guy!”

“It’s the only way to end the game! I don’t even think the host cares about who’s remaining! Just get there!” Skips instructed, looking as scuffed up as his partner.

The two looked at each-other, Sandy getting into a karate position. “I reckon this is kinda it.”

“Eh. Until you get submitted again. If there’s one thing about this game that’s certain, for better or worse, there’s always next time.”

“Well, let’s at least make the end memorable! YEE-HAH!” Sandy was the first to leap into the fray, whipping her lasso forward with a karate chop at the ready with the other hand, while Skips literally ripped a chunk of ground to act as a battering ram, nuts and bolts sent flying as they were soon swarmed by the robot horde.

They still continued to fight, which was something Aschen and Magna Centipede noticed. “Fight well and live long as you can, warriors.” The reploid bowed in respect, while the android smashed a conveyer belt down, blocking the entrance when she jumped on it with a diving kick.

Now, it was just the two robots within the factory, the sounds of assembly within and destruction outside being the things that got to their audio receptors the most. Still, barring that and the sparks left behind by the destruction of one of the many conveyer belts, the place was oddly placid.

“Hmmm…” Aschen hummed to herself.

“Something on your mind? Our minds must be clear if we should have any hope of ending this madness.” The insectoid reploid stated, leaping onto another conveyer belt with his companion. The two looked up, noticing many that were leading to a glowing blue light at the very top.

“This place…it almost reminds me of where I was upgraded.” Aschen confessed. “I don’t look back at the past often, as it distracts from the now, but I can’t help myself sometimes. It’s annoying.”

“There’s nothing wrong with reflection. Throughout this whole game, I’ve been doing nothing but that.” Magna Centipede didn’t use teleports for when he and his partner ascended up the belts, deciding to take this time to get some things off this chassis. “As you  probably have ascertained, the last time I was on a team…it didn’t end well.”

“You mentioned something about a virus? I hate it when that happens.” Aschen replied. “I always try to keep my inner security updated.”

“It was worse than that. Imagine a virus that changes who you are as a person. Warps your very beliefs into serving the worst of us reploids.” Several of his fists clenched, even as he leaped onto a zig-zagging conveyer belt. “Such was the nightmare of the Sigma Virus. I won’t go into details, but…could you believe a virus could make you destroy your own comrades.”

“…that does sound grim.” The green-haired android, much as she thought her allies could be annoyingly quirky, perverted, or annoyingly quirkily perverted, she could never see herself turning on them. “The few times my programming has been tampered with…it felt like an abyss I was sinking into. One in which I saw-“

“Everything? I felt much of the same.” Magna Centipede shuddered. “Unable to do anything as I destroyed my very comrades just to fulfill whatever twisted mission that virus had me commit to. My honor has been forever stained, but…ironically, for as much of a chaotic mess this game has been…this may be my greatest second chance.”

“Honestly, this is usually the part where I dismiss whatever story you just told…but this is one of the few times I’ve been with somebody that I want to support their goals. You’re a truly noble-“

She suddenly shifted into her DTD mode, causing her to smash into the conveyer belts she landed on with more force and causing many pieces of the belts to fall to the ground, crushing any robots that managed to break in. “-totally awesome handsome cuddle-bug!”

‘I should be used to her doing that all the time.’ The reploid felt a sweat drop, despite that being physically impossible usually. ‘Should I tell her to stop calling me that, too? I should be cool. Not blushing like a tomato. But I REALLY like that nickname for some reason!’

“Don’t get me wrong. I really wanna return to the Endless Frontier with my buddy back where I come from, but we’re making strides! Maybe you can come along? It gets reaaaally lonely in my room.” When they got to the penultimate conveyer belt, she held his lower hands, popping a foot as she gave him a cat-smile. “Course, I’m not that big of a bitch to force you into-“

“Consider it done.” He nodded, causing her to give a slight gasp when he held her hands as well, the two hopping off the conveyer belt at the same time and right through the upper ground in the same pose. “There’s nothing for me back in the year 20XX.”

“Year what-now?”

“But, should we structure our wish correctly, I may be able to restore my honor in my world AND travel across the stars with a new team. In terms of whatever is happening between us…I believe the usual tradition is to take me out for dinner first.” He added a bit of a suave tone, hoping that was the appropriate response.

Even as DTD mode faded, Aschen still had a slight cat smile, albeit one looking more stoic. “I believe that’s my line, but that would be-“

“Are you two quite done?”

The two disengaged quickly, getting into battle positions back-to-back when they faced an entire wall of monitors. All of which were forming the digitized face of Gray Mann himself. The blue light from those monitors filled the entire room, which was a mess of circuitry and pipes.

“Displays of affection make me rather ill. By the way, congrats on making me, a mere A.I, ill. You deserve an award in the shape of a hammer smashing you two into scrap.” The Gray Mann program stated.

“We have you outnumbered and cornered. This is where you perish.” Aschen said plainly.

Calmly, Magna Centipede walked towards the monitors, his tail-pinchers snapping. “Quite. All I need to do is hack into your mainframe. Do not attempt to resist. Your evil can no longer be allowed to continue.”

Suddenly, the wires began to remove themselves from the ground, sparks flying as they whipped towards the duo and forcing them to back off. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t go into this prepared, did you?”

“Just unveil your true form or something. I honestly don’t have all day.” Aschen stated, her hands placed on her hip.

“They always have a final form. Back in my world, every powerful robot either had one or two phases to deal with. Sometimes three, if they were feeling it.” Magna Centipede pointed out, only for his eyes to flash open. “Something dark is coming. A presence with more concentrated malice! No honor at all!”

The Gray Mann A.I began to chuckle, the wall of monitors literally tearing itself from the wall and revealing that the group was on the roof. The roof collapsed around them, leading to Aschen to punch the rubble away, while Magna Centipede used his arms to catch the rest that fell.

Revealed around them was a powerful storm, lightning crackling across the sky. It looked like a hexagonal pattern of blue lights was forming above them, the server they were in starting to break down. “Quite a befitting setting for a ‘final fight’, no? I’m not much for dramatics, but even I can’t help but feel…something. I’m dead inside, so I’m not sure what it is.”

The wall of monitors was now floating in the air, several of the cables having twisted together to form an impromptu set of rockets. Sparks shot from the tips of those combined cable-tentacles to propel the entire wall through the air, eventually allowing it to float in place while the eyes of the digitized head of Gray Mann turned red.

“You’re a wall. Interesting. You’re now easier to hit.” Aschen prepared her rocket fists, as well as every other bit of weaponry she had. Her partner did much of the same, though that evil presence from earlier was getting closer…and closer…

SMASH!

Rising from the ground and leaving behind a trail of oil was the project that the villain had been working on. The BLU Pyro had returned…but radically different. Well, not in personality. He was still the empty ‘destroy everything that comes within my line of sight’ psychopath, but there was something noticeably different about him.

Around his belly were ports where missiles were stored, an extra set of ramshackle mechanical arms attached to his back. In the three-fingered claws they ended in, jets of flame were shooting from the palms, the fingers forming the fire into fireballs that looked white-hot. The regular gloved hands of the psychopath had also been changed into actual flamethrowers.

The masked villain also had a rocket-pack, allowing for flight. The overall new look was a mix-mash of technology and whatever remained of the BLU villain. “…” He breathed heavily, the motion looking artificial and sounding even raspier than before.

“’Cutting corners’ comes to mind.” Aschen pointed out, breaking the relative silence of the reveal.

“If you think this abomination will be able to stop us-“

The hexagonal pattern in the sky began to shatter again, revealing a static-mess behind the skyscape and interrupting the reploid. The Gray Mann A.I flew behind his creation, the monitors around the main ones starting to glow as they readied some lasers from the very screens.

The time for talking was done. The final fight (a tag-team, in this case) was ready to begin!

Notes:

No notes this time. Just that the final chapter is, what else, the final battle! May be a short chapter, that one, but we'll see!

Chapter 6: Titanium Tag-Team Tussle! (Final)

Part 7: Titanium Tag-Team Tussle!

 

A crumbling game. An egomaniacal A.I taking control of a humongous wall of flying screens. A psychopath transformed into a cybernetic monstrosity of flesh and steel.  

These were the things that the disgraced reploid and the stoic android would have to deal with, the volts from the glitching sky crashing around them like lightning.

 

(Robot! (Epic Rock Cover)-Friedrich Habetler Music)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nIlkFZzXJM

 

Without hesitation, Gray Mann fired his screen lasers, scorching the ground as they trailed towards the duo. Teleporting away, Magna Centipede threw his shurikens, disabling a few of the screens, but the rest were melted by another lasers.

Yet another one fired at his location, nearly knocking him off the edge. He tried teleporting once more, but it was starting to drain him whenever he did that, forcing the reploid to rely on his natural speed. He dashed across the roof, trying to leap at the screens, only for several screens to combine together and spin, resulting in a spiral laser of pure gray energy.

As Magna Centipede leaped over the beam, only to get smacked to the side by another screen, Magna was trying to land a hit on the Blu Pyro. Each of her blows were dodged due to the killer using his flamethrower hands to air-blast himself out of the way. Each blast was quick enough so that his hulking body could move like he was walking on air.

Eventually, she tried to do a Divine Lancer-style kick, managing to knock him off his feet, but resulting in him firing a stream a missiles at his foe. “Hah!” The android landed on her feet, firing some of her own missiles and causing both sets to blow up against each-other.

Through the smoke, the burning hot extra-arms of the villain emerged, grabbing around her neck and dragging her through the ground. She clutched around them, managing to rip off one burning claw before she was thrown to the side, two fireballs blasted into torso, and sending her crashing into her reploid partner.

Crashing together, they were nearly sitting ducks for incoming lasers from Gray Mann, the many screened-one chuckling as he fired at the very sky, causing volts of glitchy electricity to strike down where he fired, the volts spreading through the roof while the Blu Pyro used his rocket pack to escape.

The two heroes were electrocuted by the energy, causing Magna Centipede’s brain module to nearly fry, while Aschen found herself switching from DTD mode and back to normal at quick intervals. “Errorerrorerrorerror…” They both muttered.

“Now, destroy them!” Gray Mann shouted to his compatriot. The abomination was barely listening to him, preferring to kill at his own pace. There was no doubt that he would turn on him eventually, but, for now, he was going to destroy the few beings he knew would feel pain.

Recovering from the volts first, Aschen used her Genbu Spike technique to punch her foe in the face, nearly knocking off that mask. The other fist was grabbed by the insane one’s extra arms, the thing melting into slag and burnt synthetic skin in that terrible grasp.

“Tch.” Aschen gritted her teeth, showing some emotion as she saw one of her limbs get destroyed like that. “This isn’t looking good.”

“No. It’s not.” Magna grunted, quickly turning his tail into his Magna Mines so he could at least hold down the psychopath. During that, he quickly sent out his shurikens at several of Gray Mann’s screens. Some smashed into a few, but he just responded by slamming his main screen down, extending the other screens for a helicopter technique.

Round and round, those screens moved around the battlefield, forcing the other two back, but that just lead to them getting a fireball against each back, as Blu Pyro had managed to free himself from the Magna Mines. They were sent into that spinning attack, spun as well before those two screens smashed into the ground, breaking them, but also generating two powerful explosions.

Out of the smoke, the two sailed upwards, with Blu Pyro flying upwards to air-blast them into the ground and fire several fireballs from both his flamethrower arms AND extra arms.

The combined fireballs crashed into the duo, sending them down through the building they just traversed. Fire erupted from the windows around the structure, everything inside getting enveloped in the explosion that occurred when the duo fell down.

“Well, that was refreshingly quick.” Gray Mann stated, now reduced to only four screens and the main one in the center. “I was worried I was going overbudget with that fight. Now, with that annoyance taken care of…” He started to aim his screens at the Blu Pyro. “It’s time to erase the mistakes of the past.”

Slowly turning his head to the betraying one, the psychopath just stared, as if to say ‘nothing you do will ever cease my rampage’. He revved up both sets of arms, jets of flame emerging from the main pair, while the other pair generated a fireball in each claw.

SLICE!

 

(Intruder Alert (Magna Centipede)-Washudoll)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qv_4JMquR2o

 

(0:00-0:16)

Slowly, one of Blu Pyro’s extra arms began to slide down, causing him to turn around, only to see nothing. “Mmph?” That finally got a reaction out of him…as well as the sudden figure shifting through the very volts crackling down.

It looked like the outline of a certain insectoid reploid, the optics looking far more fierce and glowing hot pink while the Blu Pyro began to fire wildly with his fireballs. One of those outlines wound up getting blasted…

(0:17-0:23)

Through that same fireball, the reploid that the duo thought they had destroyed emerged, his foot slamming against the surprised psychopath’s face in slow motion.

(0:23-0:34)

Landing back on the ground and covered in burn scars all over (with some exposed circuitry still on fire), there was Magna Centipede, his mouth-plate falling off to reveal a set of deranged-looking mandibles. They clashed together, creating sparks as he clenched all four of his fists.

“Now…I am done holding back. I have analyzed you for long enough!” He slammed both pairs of fists into each-other before spreading them out. “I shall use every single deadly technique I know against you! There’s no use running! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE!”

(0:34-0:45)

Glaring, Gray Mann didn’t follow with any banter, merely firing his lasers once more, only for the reploid to ninja teleport all over the place. “What? Hold still!” His scanners were failing to pick up a definite location for his foe to show up at.

Every single time he thought he had a good shot, the ninja kept showing up in a new place, while still dematerializing as if he were never there to begin with. The slightly smug arm-crossed poses were doing little for Gray Mann’s temper. “Where’s that Blu fool when you need…there we are!” He thought he got a lock-in on the location of his foe…

(0:45-0:57)

He realized that mere seconds before a set of mandible-like tail-claws plunged into his back, tearing through the screen and making it look like the eye portion of Gray Mann’s face had been pierced through. “WHAT IS TH-THI_THISIJISIJKFSJFDLJS-THIS?!” A series of error messages began to show on the madman’s face.

“There! In an instant, I have hacked your seemingly superior code!” Magna Centipede’s wires ran hot as he declared this, his eyes glowing with a fervor not seen since the Maverick days. “You will experience the same pain you have given to all those that came here!”

(0:58-1:21)

Once that tail was removed and Magna Centipede leaped over the giant screen, Gray Mann found it nearly impossible to fly around without dragging himself through the rooftop, shattering two of his screens when he tried to put the brakes on his impromptu flight.

“GACK! 101010010101010101010101010101011-STOP HIM!” The A.I remnant of the evil one sputtered. That resulted in the Blu Pyro springing into action once more, the remaining extra arm creating a blade made of literal sputtering flame to try and slice through the ninja.

Each slice nearly ignited the air, causing some of Magna Centipede’s circuitry to fray. In desperation, he moved towards the blade, using two of his hands to blind his foe with a mighty clap, the other pair hoisting him over and around his back, causing the villain to reflexively activate his jet-pack.

(1:21-1:32)

Through the air, the Blu Pyro tried to shake off his foe to no avail. The reploid’s tail kept snapping at his foe’s head, while the lower pair of arms were punching into that jetpack, causing it to malfunction.

Now, their flight patterns were leading them all the way into the roof, smashing through the very edges of it before the reploid leaped off, the Blu Pyro just barely air-blasting himself back on his feet.

(1:32-1:44)

The two began to run across the rooftops while circling each-other, avoiding the massive holes that led to the fiery oblivion below and firing their ranged attacks at each-other. They seemed evenly matched, with the shurikens getting melted away by the evil one’s fireballs.

Eventually getting tired of this, the Blu Pyro suddenly revealed his axe about of nowhere, trying to bring it down, only for the upper two hands of his foe to catch the blade, while the other two extended forward to poke his foe in the eyes, causing him to step back in pain before getting roundhouse kicked.

“ENOUGH!”

(1:44-1:55)

The computerized and utterly furious voice of Gray Mann shouted this as he discarded his broken screens, the wires from the stumps suddenly extending all around to grab the remnants of every destroyed robot he could find. Spinning around, he created a storm of scrap, the pieces slicing and slamming through the ground in a whirlwind.

Rather than resist, Magna Centipede closed his optics, riding with the winds while the Blu Pyro flailed and mindlessly unleashed fireballs. At the right moment, he kicked the axe that was flying around from his foe’s grasp into the main screen of his enemy.

“YOU MISERABLE WRETCH!” Gray Mann shouted, his screen falling down onto the roof once more. Fluids began to leak from the various injuries of his screen, the A.I now focusing on trying to escape.

(1:56-2:32)

While he frantically tried to download himself onto another location, one far from this place, Magna Centipede and the Blu Pyro continued their dual. Increasing the flame output of his extra arm, the psychopath fired a stream of missiles to strike at his foe from behind.

Even when he teleported away, the reploid was still slashed across the back with that flame gust, exposing more circuitry and causing him to cry out in pain. His mandibles clenched tight as he counter-attacked by unleashing his Magna Mines, almost trapping his foe until they were smashed out as well.

Letting loose a series of angered muffles, the Blu Pyro managed to slice off one of Magna Centipedes arms, leaving a sizzling stump before he used air-blast to propel himself into the surprised robot. Bringing him to the ground, he rammed his flamethrowers against that chest, unleashing the fires at point-blank range.

His systems overheating, Magna Centipede was barely able to clamp his tail-fangs around the other’s head. He struggled to find the strength to throw him off, but nothing was working. Everything was telling him that his CPU was basically melting and his systems were failing.

“Hmph. Nothing more than wind-up toy in the end.” Gray Mann gloated, the flames reflected in the Blu Pyro’s soulless masked stare.

Even through the flames, Magna Centipede’s glare shined through, his remaining arms grabbing around those flamethrowers.

(2:32-2:56)

Overlocking his very core, he smashed those flamethrowers with his grip, causing the fires to sputter as fuel leaked out. Those flames started to travel across the abomination’s body, causing him to back off as he was then punched square in the face by the enraged reploid.

“Wind-up toy?! You still doubt my resolve in the face of adversity?!” Magna Centipede shouted, sparks flying from his various injuries. As he closed his eyes to calm himself, he remembered so many moments in which he would train in secluded areas to master his ninja skills, the scene changing as more and more reploids joined him.

“I understand the value of companionship. Of togetherness. Through embracing these virtues, I am able to show you my ultimate technique. One even more powerful by the fact that I’m about to improvise like any other being with a soul would do! A soul that I have! A soul that you monsters lack, trading it for your lust for power and violence!”

Moving his remaining fingers into a single position, everything started to go dark, his body shaking at a rapid pace that nearly drained him of energy, while also making it seem like after-images of himself were forming all over the place.

“THOUSAND LEGS OF DEATH!”

“DTD, ACTIVATE!”

(2:57-3:19)

Instantly, those clones surged forward to converge on the Blu Pyro, his flames unable to stop the onslaught of punches and kicks that kept going at him like bullets. The after-image of a giant pink Centipede striking kept appearing, making it look like he was getting mauled by an actual giant arachnid.

Surging forth as the last clone and with one last bite from that phantasm of a centipede, Magna Centipede kicked his enemy straight into the floating Gray Mann screen, the A.I having frantically tried to move past the loading screen of his downloading process before he was struck.

As for who shouted that last bit earlier? A glowing green light surged from the fires within the building, revealing itself to be a half-damaged but still active Aschen Brodel. Doing a twirl, she fully transformed into her DTD mode, smiling as bright as ever, before unleashing a flurry of rapid-fire punches at the evil duo.

“Hehahahahahaha! You two really piss me off! SO LONG, BASTARDS!” She cheerfully said, twirling again before raising her heel all the way up. Her foot was enveloped in a green ball of pure destructive energy before she kicked her leg back, smashing that orb against the duo.

Propelled at meteoric speed through the sky, something sped past them, slamming himself against the very top of the glitching environment. “THIS IS THE END!” Magna Centipede shouted, extending his foot forward in one final diving kick.

(3:20-3:25)

That kick struck right into the screen, the Gray Mann A.I screaming in disbelief and fear before the reploid shattered through the screen, that foot finding itself pushing deep into the Blu Pyro’s body and propelling it straight back into the roof, causing the building they were on to slant to the left, the structural support almost totally wrecked by the mighty impact.

(3:25-End)

Standing atop his defeated foe, Magna Centipede clicked his mandibles, ignoring his own severe injuries and major loss in power. He only had a moment to relax before the Blu Pyro tried to use one of his extra arms to unleash a burst of flame against his foe.

With a twist and a push of his palm against that arm, he had directed the clawed hand to unleash its searing flame right into the very chest of his enemy. The flames started to travel in a blaze through the interior of the psychopath’s suit, the mumbling menace letting out several muffled cries of total agony during the process.

Flames erupted from the eyeholes of his mask, the body shaking before it finally overloaded. “We…did it.” Aschen panted, reverting to normal after landing.

Both robots closed their eyes, content with ending this evil plot before all went white, the sound of an explosion ringing through both their audio receptors…

…

……

………

“Congrats on being the 43^rd Winner of the Silverscale Arena!”

“What?!”

Blinking in surprise, Magna Centipede found himself in a white void, with only himself and a horned anthropomorphic horned hellhound. The twin-tailed one was floating around with him, looking quite pleased with how things turned out.

“Don’t freak out. This is a sign that you just won the Arena, but also crashed the server. Don’t worry. You pretty much stopped the robot apocalypse from happening in that world Gray Man inhabited. I’m 90% sure the BLU Team also made it out and they maaaaay cause trouble down the line, but-“

“Enough! Where is my comrade?!” The reploid exclaimed, looking at himself afterwards. “And was it you that repaired me?”

“To answer your question, she’s safely back with her pal and that’s a result of good ol’ magic! My magic, that is.” She wiggled her claws, red sparks flying from there before clearing her throat. “But I know you’re not here to chit-chat. You’re here to discuss your wish!”

Throughout the madness of earlier, the reploid had almost forgotten about the reward at the end of this game. “Ah…yes. If your abilities are as true as you say…” He closed his optics, getting into a meditative pose as he tried to structure his wish correctly.

There was an idea to resurrect his dead comrades, but he wondered if it was truly right to basically do a robotic form of necromancy. Best to leave their souls at rest and move onto what sort of future was left for him.

And that’s when he got an idea.

It took a few minutes, but he finally came up with an answer, causing him to point to the demon. “Send Aschen and her friends back to the Endless Frontier! Ensure that I have the ability to travel to their universe from my own!”

Snapping her fingers, the hellhound grinned. “Done and done!” She then tilted her head. “Only…you gonna do something about the fact that everybody back at your world thinks you’re…kinda dead? After going Maverick no less?”

Sighing, the reploid looked at both pairs of his hands. “I’ll deal with that on my own time. I must right my wrongs by my own volition. It would feel unearned if I didn’t do that myself. Besides, I was one of the few of my group during that second Sigma incident to resist. I’m sure the heroes of my era will understand.”

Shrugging, Baskerra created a portal for him to enter. “Well, here you go! Enjoy your second chance at life!”

Nodding at that, Magna Centipede calmly wandered through the portal, yet he walked slow enough to make it as cinematic as possible. Once he had left, the hellhound anthro chuckled. “Heh. Drama king. Anyway, good fight and good night!”

Even as she said that, she eyed the void with some hint of suspicion. “Hmmm…all these random things that Aresdemonia is doing…I wonder what other video game she got her claws on…”

Her ears flicked, alerting her to the fact that the feline-like demon was far from done. In fact, there was a certain mansion that the vile one was visiting, ready to spread her mayhem once more…and, not only that, but a certain part of the deep sea from a certain part of the multiverse was also going to be combined with that...

For the contestants of that inevitable Arena that crossed over two forbidding locations...no pressure...right?

 

 

YOU’RE WINNER: MAGNA CENTIPEDE!!!

 

 

END OF EPISODE 43

 

RANKINGS:

 

Winner: Magna Centipede of Unit 9

Second Place: Aschen Brodel of Unit 9

Third Place: Sandy Cheeks of Unit 1

Notes:

And, with that, a new Arena is done! As for the next one (which will likely happen after the end of 'Hotel Ragnarök' and around October, it's time for a spooky theme for the final part of the second third of this Arena season! Perhaps a certain mansion with 1000 rooms of random jump-scares will be the setting...as well as a deep sea research facility where some things in the abyss are starting to rise up as a result of corporate evil...

Anyway, have a great day, everybody!

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 21 of The Silverscale Arena Season 4