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[LN] Dangerously Genre-Savvy [closed to Nico]
"Inspector!" Rafa cried out, as the Inspector's ship crash landed in the purple jungles of Khalafross. Clad in his traditional animal skins, he was an imposing figure, even despite the fact that the Inspector was taller than him. "The danger light blinks! Rafa can see with the eyes of the ship! Our most hated enemy comes for us: Blorgons!"
Native to the planet Tumantis, Rafa was one of the Tessujex, a subgroup of the people known as the Suveteem. In the Inspector's adventures, he had discovered that the Suvateem were actually descendant of a crashed space exploration survey team. (Their name, in fact, was what "survey team" had devolved into over the centuries). The Tessujex had evolved from the animals on board that had accidentally been exposed to mutagens during the crash and developed human intelligence. (Hence the name Tessujex, a twisted version of the words "test subjects.")
After the Tessujex were used as slave labor for centuries, the Inspector was responsible for making the Suveteem realize that the humanoids among them were not the superior species they'd once thought they were and that their claim that they were descended from the gods was false, the Tessujex finally had a chance of being treated equal in their society. After that, Rafa, one of the Tessujex's most noble warriors and resistance fighters had declared that he would follow the Inspector to the end of time until the debt could be repaid, especially if it meant the Inspector could teach him the ways of peace after a lifetime of battle.
"We must leave! Quickly! And fight them in the jungle. Rafa knows the way!"
They had no way of defending themselves on the ship and there was no way to repair it while the Blorgons were on board.
Native to the planet Tumantis, Rafa was one of the Tessujex, a subgroup of the people known as the Suveteem. In the Inspector's adventures, he had discovered that the Suvateem were actually descendant of a crashed space exploration survey team. (Their name, in fact, was what "survey team" had devolved into over the centuries). The Tessujex had evolved from the animals on board that had accidentally been exposed to mutagens during the crash and developed human intelligence. (Hence the name Tessujex, a twisted version of the words "test subjects.")
After the Tessujex were used as slave labor for centuries, the Inspector was responsible for making the Suveteem realize that the humanoids among them were not the superior species they'd once thought they were and that their claim that they were descended from the gods was false, the Tessujex finally had a chance of being treated equal in their society. After that, Rafa, one of the Tessujex's most noble warriors and resistance fighters had declared that he would follow the Inspector to the end of time until the debt could be repaid, especially if it meant the Inspector could teach him the ways of peace after a lifetime of battle.
"We must leave! Quickly! And fight them in the jungle. Rafa knows the way!"
They had no way of defending themselves on the ship and there was no way to repair it while the Blorgons were on board.
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"It's time for you to get out of here," she snarled. "Whatever your boss was planning is toast."
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Abed's eyes narrowed as he recognized what fake Troy was supposed to be.
Parallax.
That meant that he had to overcome fear.
It was much easier to do than it might have been in the past, before he met his friends, before they made it clear they'd stick by him.
"You made a rookie doppleganger mistake. Troy would never talk to me that way. One time he even got angry and gave up a date with a really hot girl at the Valentine's Dance because she said I was weird," said Abed calmly, floating closer to the fake Troy. "The only time he's ever said anything like that was after I was a bad friend and made him cry first over a pillow and blanket fort feud. Then we hit each other with pillows for a few hours and made up."
Abed held out his hand and a green construct grew and took shape - a construct of Troy. The real Troy. All decked out as a Green Lantern like the fake Troy had tried to be.
"Hey, dick! it cried out in Troy's voice. "So I heard you were trying to talk shit about my boy here." It flew towards the fake Troy and punched him in the face. "FYI fake me, the only reason I felt like it was okay to leave on my trip was because I knew Abed would figure it all out and be okay. I knew he'd know how to get help from our other friends like Annie when he needs to and that he can handle plenty of stuff without help. Abed is fine just the way he is and he doesn't need some imaginary world for everything to work out okay. He has friends - no, a family - and maybe that's not as perfect as all the stuff me and him always imagined together in the Dreamatorium but it doesn't need to be. And even the imperfect stuff - like me being gone? That'll change. Because life always works out that way, things change and it's not always bad."
"You're even less real than I am, just a shallow illusion created by a weak mind and -"
The fake Troy couldn't even finish a sentence before the Good Troy punched it in the face again. "I'm more real than you could ever be, because even though I'm part of Abed's brain, I'm saying everything the real Troy would say if he was here." He added, "Here, I'll prove it: My name is Troy Barnes, I like butt stuff, desserts in giant form, and when people give thumbs ups in a cool way."
The construct of Troy came in close to Abed and they did their special best friend handshake, before Troy turned back to the fake, which was still reeling.
"Now me and this magical goth chick and a ninja turtle are going to look really cool and kick your ass, possibly even at the same time."
And the construct dove in to do just that.
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Her constructs were clumsier; tendril after tendril slapping at the fake Troy before hitting the ground. Of course, if any of them actually hit him, he'd be stuck fast where he was, a stationary target for Raph and Abed.
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The world started to shimmer and twist around them. Abed turned to the construct of Troy, looking alarmed.
"You're going to fade away. This is our Drop Dead Fred moment, isn't it. Where you disappear into my subconscious. And I know I'm supposed to be okay on my own but I'm still not sure I will be."
The construct smiled. "You'll be fine. And I'm not fading away. I'm inside your brain, remember? And the real me? Once my trip is over? Once I figure myself out? He'll be back."
"What if the real you likes traveling around the world so much that he doesn't want to come back again?" Abed asked, worried, flicking his finger thoughtfully, head waving back and forth with uncertainty. "What if he does come back but decides he wants to leave again?"
"If the real me wants to travel around the world and live a more exciting life than he has so far, who do you think he'd want more than anybody in the whole world to come with him? Until then, you have this me. In your head."
The construct detached from Abed's ring, suddenly breathing in as if it was taking its first real breath, taking on a life of its own. Suddenly, he seemed far more real and solid and almost...self-aware. He looked up at Abed with new eyes and flew over to him.
"And to be honest, I'm not just in your head. There's magic in this place, Abed. Right now, I'm sleeping on my boat and Levar Burton's making breakfast and I'm dreaming that I'm a Green Lantern. And I'm gonna wake up and write it down in the notebook of things I wanna tell you when I get back - with all the other stuff that's already in there. How all this weird stuff was in my head and how I dreamed that you had to help save the world and that I had to tell you that I believe in you."
Abed's eyes were somewhat glassy as Troy hugged him. Abed hugged him back.
Then Abed's eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean I have to help save the world?" he asked, perplexed, drawing away to look at Troy in the face, trying to figure out if his facial expression signaled that he was joking or if he was being serious.
"You're about to find out," said Troy, nodding towards Nico and Raph. He grabbed Abed by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes, now suddenly very serious. "Now, fight it."
The world was falling apart.
"Fight what?" asked Abed.
"Fight it, Abed!" Troy said, suddenly very serious. "Listen, buddy, it's not going to let you go easily, you have to fight it! Fight!"
"Fight what? What am I supposed to fight?"
"Black Mercy, Abed! It's like the -"
Troy didn't get to finish - the world was dissolving too fast. Still, Abed's eyes went wide with understanding and he looked down at his chest just as the false world shattered. Then they were in the real world again and Abed was floating several feet above the street, magical light cascading around him, tendrils of it tugging at reality, trying to shape it into something else. The way the world shuddered as the tendrils tugged at it, the way it drained the color from their surroundings, making them fade, made it clear it wasn't a good thing.
And the source of that light and magic? The horrible bug creature attached to Abed's chest.
Black Mercy. Like the Black Mercy parasites from DC Comics. But worse. Once it had attached to him, not only had it caused him to get caught in a world of fantasy - apparently it was letting that fantasy affect the real world. It was making it break down.
That was what the voice had said, hadn't it? There had been a man saying that he was going to use him to destroy things, then that creature had leaped off the roof and attacked him.
But he was awake and so were Nico and Raph. He could fight. And the fake Troy had been right about at least one thing - he wasn't about to let someone else control him.
So he fought, writhing there in the air, wheezing, trying to pry the horrible monster thing away from where it was attached to his chest. It kept trying to dig in deeper again, where it could ensnare him in a fantasy world once more, but while he couldn't rip it off entirely without help, he was at least managing to keep it from digging in and dragging him back into the illusion again.
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"Nico, we've gotta get it off him!" he said, reaching down to help her to her feet. "Before it takes hold again!"
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"I can light it on fire if you get him away from it!"
It was big and black and horrible and looked way too much like the horrible bug she'd had to watch Bunny burn off himself while she healed him. Burning this one too seemed an appropriate method of keeping it away from Abed permanently.
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It took all of his and Abed's combined strength to finally rip it off. As soon as it was off of him, Abed dropped several feet to the asphalt and was still.
As Raph clutched it in his hand, it started grasping at him, trying wriggle free to poke a hole in his chest now.
It wasn't really having the best of luck.
"Ha! Nice try, but there's no way you're digging through my plastron anytime soon," he said, taunting the creature. Then he punched it three times and threw it to the ground so hard that it was dazed. "Nico, now!"
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"Disco inferno."
It wasn't dancing to death in red-hot iron shoes, but Nico was pretty sure that spell would be appropriate at some point in the future. But the way the flames were musical instead of crackling wasn't completely ridiculous.
"That should take care of that," she said, backing away from the musically-writhing bug-thing and toward Abed. She didn't want to look away from it until she was sure it was dead -- no last minute surprise lunges, thank you."
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Abed was still lying in the street, clutching at his chest and gasping. His chest was bloody, though it seemed superficial - or at least seemed like his myth healing was making it heal quickly.
If he seemed a little overwhelmed and slightly terrified, it was because he was.
Mainly because she and Raph were still there and he was still lying in the street and this hadn't ended. None of it had ended.
It wasn't the same siren noise as earlier but he made a strange little whine as he lay there that made it clear he was beyond distressed. This wasn't fun. This wasn't the safe pretend that he and Troy had always indulged in.
His chest hurt and his shirt was splattered with blood and he still had no idea what was going on and it wasn't going away.
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That he still had. Somehow.
That, if Raph and Nico really thought about it, he'd been wearing when they'd first come running up. His myth power.
Naturally, what with him loving comics and being incredibly imaginative, his myth power was one of the most versatile and creatively-inclined weapons in fiction.
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"No. Nooo. Not trusting anyone played by Charles Dance. Bad idea."
He seemed to be talking more to himself than them and was clearly in no state to really help himself. And who would have been? After getting yanked into a strange world, then getting attacked by a Charles Dance villain and infested with a creepy bug monster that sent him on the world's worst trip, it was amazing that he wasn't just screaming his head off at the moment.
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"Come on," she said, moving over to offer Abed a hand up. "Let's get you somewhere safe before that Benedict guy tries for round two.
She was going to continue, but there came an interruption in the form of a horrible scratching noise from behind her. Nico tensed up and looked to Raph.
"Please tell me that's not what I think it is."
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"What I think it is is our cue to go," said Raph as he took out his emergency snowglobe from the pouch at his belt.
"The Pole!" he shouted into it, tossing it in front of him. Then he practically body-checked Nico through it and dragged the prone Abed through it by the collar.
The portal closed behind them just in time.
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He simply lay on the floor, looking up at the toys whizzing around the workshop.
Then he covered his eyes with his hands.
At least he wasn't making shrill noises?
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"You okay?" she asked Abed awkwardly, trying to stand over him without, you know, standing over him like she was trying to intimidate him. Face-covering wasn't the usual reaction to Santa's workshop...
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"Why aren't you gone yet?" he asked flatly. "I'm ready to stop hallucinating now."
He clamped his hands over his eyes again.
"Especially since this is a rerun. I already had a Christmas special delusion before."
He was ready to wake up now.
"It's not even an original one like last time, where it was an exploration of the medium as homage rather than plagiarism. This is directly ripping off a mediocre Dreamworks movie and inserting other completely random canons into it wholesale. While mediocrity is pretty much all Dreamworks can aspire to - barring How to Train Your Dragon, which is an animated masterpiece better than anything Pixar's ever done, and anyone who disagrees with that can fight me - I usually have more creativity, higher production values, and better writing in my psychotic breaks."
Two thumbs down. One and a half stars and they were mostly only because he got to be a Green Lantern and fight side by side with a ninja turtle and a Marvel Comics hero from a beloved cult classic.
"This one sucks."
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He could've sworn, as they went through the portal, that something had hit it and he'd felt a strange little twitch of pain under his shell, but he wasn't finding anything there. No ninja stars or throwing knives or anything like that.
"You're close to maybe giving us one since you've pretty much been the biggest pain in the butt person we've needed to rescue since we've gotten here, and only about half of what you say ever makes any sense, but this is real. We're real."
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She looked down at Abed again. "But yes, what he said. You're not having a psychotic break, we're real, you got pulled into an alternate universe because some idiot here decided to open the door for something big and bad that's breaking reality."
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He shook his head.
"I'd rather be pants on head crazy than living the kind of life that, if it was written about online, would be followed up with 'R&R, i'm terrible at summaries, no flames plz.'"
A pause.
"The crossover aspect in and of itself is pretty great, though."
If they were real...
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"That's nerd stuff, isn't it. It sounds like the kinda stuff Donnie talks about. Do you speak fluent enough nerd to translate, by any chance?"
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She was fine with bringing new people here, but explaining the whole thing? Above her pay grade. She turned back to Abed.
"Yep, it's a dumb premise, but it turns out that bad premises happen in real life all the time," she said. "I was kind of annoyed by it too, the first time it happened to me."
After the mind-numbing terror had worn off, at least.
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