Chapter 2.

Chapter 2

Clara Whistler's workshop had turned into the epicenter of multiversal madness. After the wild ride of Hikari's Domain Expansion, where he had turned everything into a high-stakes, neon-lit gambling den, Clara barely had time to process the fact that she was now surrounded by a Doom Slayer, Gojo Satoru, Sans, and P. Diddy—when, suddenly, a living carrot waddled into the scene.

Sir Rootington Carrot, the posh, talking vegetable, had demanded a proper introduction, and now he was offering cryptic warnings about some greater, unseen threat.

Rick Sanchez, already irritated by the bizarre turn of events, rubbed his temples. "Oh, come on. A walking carrot? Really? What's next? A sentient potato with a philosophical outlook on life?"

Sans, still sipping his coffee, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, this feels like one of those bad sitcom moments. But hey, at least the carrot's got style."

But Root, oblivious to the sarcasm, continued with his serious monologue. "I have come to warn you all! There is a—"

"GREAT!" Hikari interrupted, still spinning a roulette wheel and flashing a mischievous grin. "Another super urgent threat! I'm on the edge of my seat over here! Tell me it's about a giant space-faring potato or something!"

Without missing a beat, Root responded, "Much worse than a potato. You see—"

But before he could finish, the ground trembled violently, and a massive explosion shook the room, sending everyone stumbling in various directions.

"What the hell was that?!" shouted Gojo, as he effortlessly flipped backward mid-air, his sunglasses never slipping off his face.

Clara dove under her workbench, grabbing her toolkit as the walls around her shook. "You guys… don't think this is a normal dimension breach, do you?!"

The answer came in the form of a huge mechanical foot crashing through the ceiling, sending metal debris flying everywhere. The foot had gears and pistons visible in the massive boot, and standing on it was the greatest absurdity the workshop had seen so far.

A giant mechanical carrot, towering over them all, its mechanical eyes glowing red, with thick brass gears whirring beneath its orange exterior, stomping toward the group.

Root, now standing with a ridiculously oversized sword made of carrots (don't ask why), looked ecstatic. "Ah, my brother is here! Meet Sir Vegeta! A family heirloom of sorts. He's come to aid me in my important mission."

Everyone stared at the giant mechanical carrot.

"Did you… did you make that?" Rick asked, looking deeply confused, while fiddling with his portal gun.

"Of course!" Root said, puffing his chest out. "I have an entire carrot-based engineering lab! I grew him from the finest brass, wires, and fresh soil!"

"...You grew him?" Rick's voice wavered with disbelief. "That's either the most insane thing I've ever heard or the most genius. I can't decide."

Before anyone could process that, the giant carrot robot kicked the side of the building, sending Clara's workbench skidding across the floor. The ground trembled with each step the robot took.

"Alright," Sans said, his voice casual as ever, "this is getting way too over the top. Let's wrap this up." He snapped his fingers, and a pack of cards appeared in mid-air. He began shuffling them lazily, like he was waiting for the dramatic battle to start.

Hikari grinned wildly. "You know what? I'm down! Time to gamble on this fight!" With a snap of his fingers, his Idol Death Gamble Domain Expansion burst back into life, the slot machines and roulette tables materializing around them again, as his energy surged, making him practically untouchable.

The mechanical carrot robot lunged at them with a clank, its large metal fists swinging with terrifying force.

But Gojo Satoru was already there, effortlessly dodging every swing. "This thing's slower than a kindergarten art project," he said, his usual carefree grin never wavering. "Watch this, everybody. It's gonna be a masterpiece."

With a flick of his fingers, Gojo created a massive wall of cursed energy that enveloped the mechanical carrot, sending it flying backward into the wall. It exploded into a cloud of gears and sparks, only for the robot to stand up, seemingly unfazed.

"Alright, alright. That was impressive," Sans remarked, watching the chaos. "But this isn't a battle, it's a comedy show. Someone toss me a drink, would ya?"

The Doom Slayer wasn't amused. He charged in, chainsaw in hand, ready to shred the mechanical carrot to pieces.

"Too slow!" Root shouted dramatically from the sidelines, twirling his oversized carrot sword. "Let's see if you can catch him, Doom Slayer!"

The Doom Slayer grunted but swung his chainsaw with such force that it clashed against the carrot's massive metallic leg, sparking and screeching. Root cheered from the background, still too enthusiastic for the situation. "Go, brother! Show them the power of carrot engineering!"

At that exact moment, P. Diddy sauntered in, adjusting his gold chains with a swagger. "Alright, alright, alright! This party's missing some serious flair," he said, pulling out a huge, sparkling, mechanical mic. "You know what this needs? A soundtrack." He pushed a button on the mic, and suddenly, an upbeat dance track blasted through the speakers, mixing perfectly with the chaos of the battle.

Everyone froze for a moment.

"Are you seriously putting on a dance track while we're fighting a giant mechanical carrot?!" Gojo yelled, not even looking at him.

"Yeah, bro, it's called vibes," P. Diddy said with a grin. "You gotta match the energy of the moment."

In the meantime, Root, seeing the robot faltering under the relentless attacks from the Doom Slayer and Gojo, decided it was time for some extra flair. With an exaggerated flourish, he leapt into the air, soaring toward the mechanical carrot with his oversized sword.

"FOR THE GLORY OF CARROT-KIND!" Root yelled, slashing his sword dramatically.

He sliced through the air in a perfect arc, and, just like that, the giant mechanical carrot was no more—its body falling apart into a heap of scrap metal and dust.

There was a moment of stunned silence, broken only by the sound of P. Diddy's fire beats in the background. Everyone just stared at the destruction, processing what had just happened.

Root landed gracefully, his carrot sword still gleaming with pride. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Clara, now picking herself up from beneath a pile of broken gears, sighed. "Okay, that's enough. I need a vacation."

Rick nodded. "I think we all do. But first, I need to figure out how to get rid of this cursed dimension." He grabbed his portal gun again and aimed it at the sky, muttering to himself about needing "an actual break."

Sans raised an eyebrow. "You're still trying to get away? This is the vacation."

Hikari, grinning like a kid on a sugar rush, slapped the roulette wheel one last time. "I'm not leaving until the next round! I've got a lucky streak, baby!"

And in the midst of all the madness, P. Diddy just laughed, tossing out a quick "Let's go make some money!" as he started heading toward the broken mechanical carrot, fully ready to turn this whole thing into a business opportunity.

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The End—For Now