Post-War 3: Adventure in the World Once Ruined!

Zordoom Prison, Year 2032

Vendra Prog washed her hands in the cell sink. The Nether hybrid was set to go to bed in the top bunk, her brother already snoring in the bottom. Tomorrow, their routine would resume: sit around the cell, be released for lunch, and go back to the cell to sit around some more. After nearly three months of imprisonment, they had gotten used to the boring routine. Admittedly, it was much more peaceful than their boring life of crime, and it was strangely more pleasant than their lives of abuse at Meero Orphanage.

"…Hm?" Just as the idea of the orphanage flickered in her mind… a pink crack began to grow on the wall. It grew to a size wide enough to crawl into. "It…It can't be…" Vendra clearly recognized it as a Nether Rift, but… could someone else be tampering with the Nexus? Not only that… she could feel a strong presence beyond the rift. A voice… calling her. "He isn't…he couldn't still be alive…" With a strong desire to confirm her own suspicions, Vendra slowly approached the rift… and climbed in.

The ethereal atmosphere of the Netherverse filled her lungs. "Huh?!" Looming above her was a light-pinkish, two-legged dinosaur with pearl armor.

"Apologies for disturbing your sleep. You are Miss Vendra Prog, correct?"

"Yes… Who are you?"

"My name is Palkia."

"Palkia… Like, God of Space Palkia?! W-What're you…"

"First, I wanted to offer my sincerest apologies. Your people were subjugated to the rule of Dimentio Winkiebottom, and you yourself used as a pawn in his plans. As the one who granted Dimentio his spacebending, I am responsible. And because of his machinations, you were sent away from your culture and into the oppression of the outer universe. With that said… I would like to make you an offer."

Vendra watched as a white and purple staff appeared out of a pink light. It had an orb on one end, a gem on the opposite end, and purple light wings around it. "This is the Cane of Cercacos. It is something we received from Caelispatus, a Goddess of Space from outside our universe and a friend of ours. She asked me to grant it to a spacebender I deemed worthy."

"Worthy? Worthy for what?"

"I don't know if you're aware, but the universe is undergoing a terrible crisis. The Nexus was on the verge of collapsing, and it would have if the Time Gate hadn't opened. I've decided that I need aid in securing the Nexus, now more than ever. And I decided to choose you, a denizen of this world, to be my apprentice."

"M-Me? Hold on a sec, you know I'm a criminal, right? Why not choose Nebula, or her mom or brother? There are probably tons more spacebenders who'd be more reliable."

"The choice is yours in the end, and perhaps I do run the risk of you turning against me. However, given that you are serving a prison sentence, you seem to have more time on your hands as opposed to the KND. And, not to brag, but serving the God of Space is just about equal, maybe more, to serving prison time. In the process, I will allow you to learn about your Nether culture. And from a certain perspective, the Nexus is as much your peoples' property as it is mine."

"I…I guess so… but I'd feel bad about just ditching prison."

"That needn't concern you. I have a few acquaintances in Galaxia, and they could write up an excuse that you're being transferred. Your brother could come, too. The Nexus gets messier than you'd think, so I'd like a janitor."

"Hmm…I'll talk it over with Neftin first. And if he says 'yes,' then…" Vendra looked up at him with a light smile. It still felt too odd to receive this honor, and she almost thought she was dreaming. But if she wasn't, then… "Yes."

Star Haven; January, 2035

Nebula stood before her mother's grave, gazing at the artificial stars above. She felt bad that her mother couldn't lay her final rest under real stars. She hoped that would all change in half a year, not just for her mother's sake, but everyone's sakes.

"Hello, Nebula."

She heard a voice behind her and turned. Nebula needed a moment to recognize the pink-haired girl in the white dress, but it clicked. "V…Vendra?"

"You're probably wondering why I'm not in prison, huh?"

"Actually, my dad told me you were transferred for a private, 'special' job. That was a little after the Apocalypse happened."

"The short version is, I'm the Nexus's caretaker now."

"Really?"

"Yep. Check out this staff I got!" Vendra twirled the Cercacos Cane as she pulled the top orb off, a purple liquidy substance flowing from it. "It's a sword!" The liquid morphed into a katana. "A whip!" She whipped it. "And it can warp!" She whipped the air and opened a portal, jumping inside and appearing to Nebula's left. "Thanks to this baby, the Nexus has never looked better!"

"Hm-hm, so you just wanted to visit me to show off your new toy?"

"Well… I heard what happened to your mom. I wanted to offer my condolences."

Nebula was about to respond… until she took a closer look at the cane. "It… actually reminds me of how my mom looked. Where did you say you got that?"

"Well, Palkia gave it to me, but he says it came from the Phoenios Domain."

"The Phoenios… Those are the people who took my mom!"

"Wait… your mom was taken?!"

"N-No, it's more like… Let me just explain what happened." Nebula began awkwardly.

GKND; present time

"And my mom sent me this cool sword to use against Skaios." Nebula explained to Vendra and Neftin as they walked to the hangar. "It's made from the same material, but it only has one more minute of use."

"Probably should save it for something important." Vendra said, chewing on a bite of the semla. "Man, this is incredible…"

"I still don't understand how Zathura could still be around." Neftin replied. "Wouldn't Dimentio have noticed it?"

"There are a couple reasons why that could be." Nebula answered. "But we'll explain once we get there."

"Oiiiii! Hurry up, Nebula!" Sheila called from the deck of the Sunny. "You promised me an adventure! Me skin's itching from excitement!"

"Calm down, Sheila, we're ready to go." Nebula laughed.

"She's coming with us?" Vendra asked.

"She couldn't resist going when I brought it up."

Nebula, Neftin, and Vendra climbed onto the deck, where Sheila, Haylee, and Mason were. "So, who're they?" Sheila asked.

"This is Vendra and Neftin. …You must remember them."

"Hmmmm…" Sheila squinted her eyes and rubbed her chin. "Nope, don't ring a bell."

"I attacked you and sent you to Zordoom." Neftin mentioned.

"I definitely remember that." Mason replied nervously. "So, you're… good guys now, right?"

"Basically."

"So, are we ready to ship out?" Nebula asked.

"Aye-aye." Haylee saluted. "Just guide the way, Cap'n! 'Course, I guess I shouldn't call you that, anymore."

"Aye, I'm the captain here!" Sheila pointed forward with gusto. "And I say, lead the way, Former Captain!"

"Sure thing." Nebula replied awkwardly.

Nebula's navigation led them to the Florae Galaxy. Near the edge of the galaxy was an enormous vortex, swirling with pink, sparkling stars. In the very center of that vortex lay a tiny hole. "You have to land on the edge of the Stardust Sea and let the current carry you inside." Nebula instructed. "If you try to fly through the middle, the gravity will try to spin you in all sorts of directions, and that'll result in terrible seasickness."

"Nobody wants that." Haylee said, steering the ship down to the bottom of the swirl. The hull splashed on the stardust like it were seawater, and the ship stirred waves as the current carried them along like a speedboat.

"WOOHOOOOOOO!" Sheila hung over the railing. She had barely been able to feel her heart racing with adventurous thrill during this entire war, so having this feeling again was wonderful. "I am the King of the Pirates! I sail stardust as easily as I do water! No surface is a match for me!"

"Say, we don't even need the Oxygen Bubble here." Haylee noticed, feeling a magical, sprinkly air fill her lungs. "That must mean we're near the planet, right?"

"This vortex sucks in oxygen from surrounding areas and gives air to Zathura." Nebula answered. "Of course, it's not strong enough to suck in other planets, thankfully."

"Hey, look over there!" Sheila pointed, seeing large animals emerge from the sea before sinking. "Are those whales?!"

"Space-whales, Starfish, there's all kinds of aquatic life in Stardust Sea!" As Nebula mentioned, shooting stars flew out of the sea before flying in, the Starfish in question. "Of course, those whales aren't the same as the Mobius Dick, who can travel through time."

"Hold on tight, guys!" Haylee yelled, steering around meteors that were sticking out of the sea. "I can't slow us down and I'll have to make a lot of turns!"

"I'll lend a hand!" Vendra touched the cane's bottom to the side of the ship to walk along the side of it, using the whip to warp away incoming meteors.

"Whooooaaa!" Sheila sat on the keel to feel the full force of the starry wind. The central hole, which had been so small from far away, was steadily growing bigger and closer. Her excited eyes were still absorbing the very scale of this sea; just the idea of a vertical, vortex ocean was so amazing (even if that technically depended on the angle someone approached it)! "New Zathura, say hello to SHEILA FRANTIIIIIIIC!"

The ship fell over the center like a circular waterfall, and as they descended into the void at high speed, a great round object came into view. The ship flew off the edge of the waterfall… and flew normally as it approached Planet Zathura. The "sky" within this dimension was black fading to pink, and massive stars decorated it. "It's… really Zathura…" Vendra said in awe. "The world that was destroyed over a million years ago…"

"No, it's not the same. It's 'New' Zathura." Nebula reminded. "When the original Zathura was sealed, Dimentio destroyed the planet in his desperate attempt to escape. The entire race was crushed in his void… or so he thought. In actuality, a fraction of the Zathurians were blown to another sub-dimension, this one. They landed on this planet and rebuilt their society."

"But that's the history you came up with, isn't it?" Haylee asked. "After all, it was you who made the planet."

"Guilty as charged~. Of course, we also have the Encyclopod to thank. He contained Zathurian DNA that would allow the race to be fully revived in the New Universe. And he told me that DNA belonged to my grandma. She survived the Cragmite War with only an arrow wound and went on to hide the Dimensionator's fragments. After that, she would die as her body was absorbed by the Encyclopod."

"Yeh, history's cool 'n' all, but I wanna see what the planet is like!"

"You still might wanna take notes, Sheila." Mason replied. "I mean… you're doing this for a school report, right?"

"Yeh, yeh."

Nebula cocked a brow at this. "There's a dock we can land." Haylee noticed. "Or rather, float."

Haylee parked the ship at a pier meant for spaceships. The crew climbed off, admiring the surreal sights. The dock was positioned several miles away and below a floating city. The buildings appeared as floating blocks of varied shapes. Nebula guided them to a station at the end of the docks, where Zathurians were entering or coming out of portals. After walking through one of these portals, in the blink of an eye, they had warped the great distance from the docks to the city.

There were no cars to carry the people from one place to another. They crossed the "streets" using portals and walked to upper or lower levels using Gravity Paths. The Zathurians themselves were all black and white, though the amount of either color varied. For some, only the heads were white with black bodies, some only had white spots on the back, some only had black fingers, etc..

"This new planet was abundant with Space Chi much like the previous, and as the years passed, they developed ways to harness it." Nebula explained as they casually walked up the side of a building. "Everything runs on Space Chi. We can travel to any destination on the planet in a heartbeat. They connect portals close to satellites outside to absorb TV reception. Some portals absorb sunlight from outside and release it above cities to give them much needed Vitamin D. Some cities are built on the surface, but to avoid disrupting nature, some are built here in the sky, using anti-gravity to float."

The Grav-Path led them through a hole in an upper floor, on which they stepped off. This appeared to be a café area. They saw a businessman close a suitcase, and he sealed that same case inside a card, which he stored in his pocket before leaving. "Oi, this place has Yu-Gi-Oh cards?" Sheila asked.

"Catch Cards." Nebula corrected. "Mom told me about Zathura having those. They were magic cards designed with tiny Pocket Dimensions and could store items. Obviously, nowadays we have Infi-Cubes, but the new cards can store multiple items just the same, and they're also used to capture the creatures on the surface. The space inside the cards contains a pleasant air that keeps the creatures at peace, but sapient people could break out of them. I think the Osirins learned about these cards and replicated their own, and Kaiba Corp. would go on to make Duel Monsters based on what the Osirins did."

"Ahh, 'tis another fine day on the veranda, is it not?" a British voice spoke.

"Yes, but would it harm them to redecorate?" a female replied.

The group turned toward the sources of the voices: two insect-like aliens were calmly sipping tea at one of the tables. "Wait! Those are the Cragmites!" Neftin growled. "What're they doing here?!"

"Settle down, Nef!" Nebula consoled. "These are the New Cragmites! Not the Neancragerthals from way back then."

"So, you gave them a place, too!" Mason beamed. "That's so cool!"

"I don't even remember the Old Cragmites." Sheila said.

"Seriously, were you just not paying attention during the Tachyon incident?"

"Tachy-who?"

"Whatever happened to Tachyon, anyway?" Haylee asked.

"I dunno." Nebula shrugged. "But that's enough for introductions. Wanna check out the amusement park?"

"YEAH!!"

The group found a Travel Portal linking to Interstellar Park. The portal dropped them on a platform at the base of a floating, asteroid stairway, leading to a giant flat asteroid that held the park itself. From afar, Sheila saw a roller-coaster, disconnected from a track and flying around the park before vanishing in a portal. "'ey, where did they go?!" Sheila asked.

"The Galactic Coaster is designed to warp around the galaxy, briefly showing people the planets. The coaster is on a set path, but in the event a ship is in the way, it'll warp to the next part of the track."

"Sounds dangerous enough for me! LET'S RIDE!"

Naturally, Sheila insisted on taking the front seat of the coaster, and to Mason's displeasure, she insisted he sit with her. The coaster twisted in multiple directions, wrapping around the park before warping. In a second, they were flying through the outer space, gracing the atmosphere of Harnita, then warping to Pumparia, zooming outside the Lunar Field, then the other side of Harnita. The coaster warped back to Zathura, rolling along the surface before going under a lake, giving them view of the aquatic life through an air bubble.

There were fish whose bodies morphed to 2D and 1D, octopi whose tentacles divided into fractals, and anemones that would dimensionally shrink when other fish got close. After leaving the lake, the coaster warped to an asteroid belt, with said asteroids made to float in that stationary spot. The coaster looped all around the asteroids, showing all the bizarre creatures that made nests on their gravity. Afterwards, the coaster would finally settle at its starting position.

The crew went on to visit the Swinging Ships, something the Pirate King certainly wouldn't pass up. The ships started off swinging normally, but their dimensions became flatter the further up they swung, along with the passengers. Furthermore, it appeared that an asteroid was directly above them, a tiny gap cutting across its middle. When the ship swung up, it became perfectly two-dimensional and slipped through the gap effortlessly. They all fully reflated to 3D when the ships stopped. Mason and the girls spared a giggle, seeing Neftin's head was still flat. The gorilla grumbled and stuck his thumb in his mouth, blowing to reflate himself.

Their next ride was the Teacups, their floor resembling a vortex. As they predicted, the whirling cups sank into the vortex, and the other end appeared above as they descended upside-down, still spinning. They would appear sideways, diagonal ways, and fly the different positions faster before the ride would finally stop. Nebula yelped, finding herself in Sheila's ragged clothes. Meanwhile, Mason was wearing Vendra's dress, Neftin in Mason's black attire, Sheila weighed down by Neftin's armor, and Vendra wearing Nebula's pirate clothes. As for Haylee, she seemed to switch clothes with an obese Zathurian, who had accidentally ripped her own clothes in turn.

Haylee would then try her luck at a Catch Card game called 'Eyes on the Prize.' She selected a Rubber Longator, and the booth owner placed it inside a Catch Card, amongst 15 other cards with real Longators (white, rectangular creatures). He began to shuffle the cards and even slip them into small portals to warp them across the table, thus confusing Haylee even more. When the shuffling stopped, she tapped a card with her wrench: a real Longator came out and stretched its head against her, knocking her down.

The others tried their hands at the game and had better luck. Neftin won the Rubber Longator, stretching it between his hands and using it like a jump-rope. Sheila won a Pogo Sproing-Oing (resembling a neon spring creature with eyes). She asked Mason to get on her shoulders as she sat on the pogo, bouncing nearly 30 feet in the air with the springy toy. From this height, Sheila noticed a long line of people leading to a far building. "'ey Nebs, what're all them people lining up at that building for?" Sheila pointed.

"That's one of the park's main attractions, the observatory. Normally, scientists use them, but the park's observatory is open to the public. People can select a planet's coordinates and dunk their heads into a portal to feel that planet's atmosphere. The scientists typically use them before plotting expeditions. Of course, it comes equipped with safety bubbles in case the atmosphere is too hazardous."

"Eh, it don't sound as cool as actually visiting the planets."

"I don't mind checking it out." Vendra said. "You, Nef?"

"Why not?"

The Prog siblings took turns using the Portal-scope. Vendra's head peeped out in the sky above Halcandra. Her throat was on the verge of drying over the lava planet, and most certainly would have if not for the safety bubble. Her hair would then stand up in static over the atmosphere of Vaporia. Neftin looked over the sky of Venom, the noxious smell of the toxic planet overwhelming his nostrils. He then peered over Amazonia: a group of Amazons screamed at seeing the man's head in the sky and all shot arrows. The portal automatically sucked Neftin's head back in.

Once they were finished exploring the park, Nebula led them to a portal linking to the surface. Specifically, the Star Flower Tower Field. It was a lush field of flowers resembling stars, quasars, and celestial bodies. However, it also seemed like a forest: huge towers with a width of 100 feet stretched to the sky, with more grass and flowers growing on them. Each of these towers had their own gravity, so the field continued up them.

"Oi, Vendra! We'll race ya!" Sheila ecstatically bounced her Sproing-Oing up one tower with Mason on top of her, and Vendra bounced her Cercacos in the same manner, the racers winding around the tower to appreciate the full, dizzying sensation. Because Vendra's weight was lighter than the two of theirs, she managed to reach the top.

"Hah! Maybe I should've carried Neftin~"

"Who said the top was the Finish Line?" Sheila remarked and, with one terrific bounce, they flew out of the tower's gravity range. "GERONIMOOOOOOO!" They fell the hundreds of feet down the tower, Mason crying for his life. Fortunately, Sheila grabbed her mate and spun her tail to stop the damage from being lethal.

"I should've known you would do that." Nebula shook her head.

The crew paid a visit to a circus, where a spacebender named Kat was the star performer. Using gravitybending, Kat "fell" precisely through lines of hoops. Some were diagonal and others looped in various directions, requiring her to shift gravity on a dime. She would have to "fall" on tightropes suspended at various angles and run along them, then fall to targets while cannons tried to shoot her out of the air.

"Didn't your mom work at a circus?" Mason asked.

"Yeah, but I doubt it was anywhere as fun as this." Nebula replied. "After all, she and Dimentio were the only spacebenders in their time, so they barely had any creative acts."

"And now we have a whole planet of spacebenders…" Vendra said, astonished by the very idea.

"Nooooot exactly. Only a small percentage of the world is spacebenders. Like, maybe less than 1%. All the technology is just built with harvested Space Chi. It makes sense, since Space is a dangerous element and Palkia couldn't just let ANYONE have it. Even so, those that do have it aren't all martial artists."

"I still don't understand how this planet has just been… 'around' all this time." Vendra said. "I know you say you created it in that New Galaxia place, but even in this new timeline, people have visited New Zathura, people have talked about it, so wouldn't our 'old' selves have…"

"I honestly don't understand how that whole thing worked." Nebula sighed. "I can hardly even believe it myself. Our culture that my mom abandoned, that I mentally gave up on learning about… It's all here. I had an extremely rare opportunity to revive Zathura… and it worked. It's a dream come true…"

"Have you actually been here before?" Mason asked.

"Once, before Christmas. I brought Dad, Jerome, Cheren, and Team Vweeb. …Oh, speaking of Vweeb, there's one more place I wanna show you."

Star Storm Bathhouse

The six tourists released a sigh of pure bliss as they relaxed in a wide, steaming tub that touched their very souls. Gravity bubbles of the soothing water hovered above them, and the ceiling displayed an illusion of space with planets and quasars. "Whoa, there's a comet coming down!" Haylee pointed at the expanding yellow star.

"That's a Meteor Bath Bomb!" Nebula cheered. "If you're lucky, you'll be inside the right bubble when it explodes~"

They watched as the meteor crashed inside one of the bubbles, exploding and filling it with lemon-scented soap. Mason dove up into the bubble, absorbing the fruity scent. "Blah!" he breathed as he resurfaced. "I'll catch the next one for sure!"

"Not before I do!" Neftin swam up after him.

"Hmhmhm!" Nebula laughed. She looked over at Sheila, curious as she was writing something in a notebook. It was both weird and cute to imagine Sheila even having a notebook. Nebula swam over to the captain and asked, "Hey, Sheila, I heard Mason mention earlier that you were doing a report."

"Oh…yeah. After Mum died, I kinda promised me dad I'd do better in school. 'Course, I… tend to skip a lot and I'm bad at all the subjects. But the teachers said if I wrote reports on the places I visited, it might score me a decent grade. Heh, so now I'm more determined than ever to have adventures!"

"I think a lot of operatives have that problem. When huge events like the Pirate Wars happen, school just feels like a second priority. I mean, if the villains destroy everybody, no one will be able to attend school. And the KND kind of gives us more experience than school ever would. Heck, a lot of planets' schools do what yours is allowing: they let the operatives write reports on their missions, and if it sounds good and they have proof, it's a passing grade."

"Yeah, that's basically it. But I dunno… whenever I actually show up for class, I feel like a total idiot. It ain't that I'm too stressed to focus on the lectures, it's just that I'm too bored. Like, I really don't care about learning math or whatever. Is it wrong of me to think that way?"

"Well, for most people, it's either you understand it or you don't. But even if you don't, I figure an adventurous girl like you should at least try. I mean, when you know how math or science affects society, I would think it makes the adventure a lot more exciting. Like, 'How long would it take to carry Mason from one side of the canyon to the other, with the probability of monsters and rock slides hindering your progress?' That kinda stuff. Not to mention language class. I mean, our earpieces allow us to translate alien languages from a database, but my job requires me to at least try to study the jillion different languages in our universe. Of course, Makava is the real master of the topic; and not from her kissing power, but from actual studying. And since learning about different cultures is a part of the adventure, learning about languages should be pretty fun, too."

"Yeh… I guess it is when you put it like that."

"It's too bad we didn't bring the others." Haylee said. "I know Chris would've enjoyed this vacation."

"Chris don't get to come. He's an arse."

"Who was Chris again?" Vendra asked.

Neftin poked his head out of a bubble and replied, "He was among those who I savagely beat and sent to prison." And he dove in again.

"There was sort of an incident and Chris left the KND." Haylee recapped.

"Yeh, and he can go suck it." Sheila affirmed. "As for the others, after we get home from this planet, I'm takin' them on a trip around the Emperors' worlds. All war and no adventure is totally boring, so we need to make up for it!"

Nebula giggled. She spared a look at Sheila's notebook… For English, her writing was rather incomprehensible. There were a lot of misspelled words and letters of varied sizes. "If you want, Sheila, I could help with some of your reports. I'm just as big an explorer as you are, you know."

"Hehe, no you ain't~"

"Hehe, prob'ly not." Nebula blushed.

"But since you're offering, why not come on a few of me adventures later? You can probably use the break."

"Hm hm… that would be rather fun. Honestly, I get so caught up in my job that I forget why I even built this organization to begin with. The different worlds, the different atmospheres, the different cultures… and just being here on New Zathura—fricking Zathura, the planet that was once destroyed—reminds me of everything I love about the universe. I'd really love to get out more and see more of it."

"You're not the only one." Vendra replied. "When Palkia let me explore my own homeland… it felt so magical. This whole time, I've been using my new power to fix unnatural rifts in space, but I hardly have time to actually explore other worlds. If you go on more adventures, Nebula… maybe I can come, too."

"Assuming no more supervillains ruin our good time." Haylee sighed. "Honestly, just let us relax already."

"That's why we oughta enjoy this good time while we can." Sheila said. "Before the next villain attacks… before we're forced into war again, not allowed to appreciate the sights around us… we gotta see as much as we can of this beautiful universe, so we'll wanna protect it even more!"

Ashland Park; midnight

Her sky-blue hood protecting her from the dark night, Aranea Fulbright walked into the park. Lamp posts were lit, glinting off the fountain, its ripples providing the only gentle sound in this park. There's no one else around, according to her Haki, nobody… except for him.

Kokichi Oma walked from around the fountain, his face dark except for his crescent eyes and mouth. Through the fountain's water, he seemed like a dark reflection. "So… you came."

"That note was meant for me, wasn't it?" Aranea asked in a serious whisper. "…What did you want to talk about?"

Kokichi stepped a bit closer. "So… who's your boss?"

"…What're you talking about?"

"During my first year in the KND… when your sector visited Moonbase and I was bothering you… your lies projected a heavier darkness than any of the others. My question was, 'How you likin' the KND?' and your response was, 'I like it very much, now leave me alone.' I then asked you, 'Anyone you feel like killing?' and you said, 'Absolutely not.' True, there were a lot of operatives who bore negative feelings of their friends or the KND… but none of their auras were like yours. No… you're filled with much more hatred. You're sad. Your heart possesses the strong lust to destroy us. Destroy everything we've built, we've come to love… aren't you?"

Aranea grit her teeth. "That's big talk, coming from you. You were the one mocking our friendships, our ideals. You were the one going to sabotage us."

"Yes. But that was a lie. It's true that I mock peoples' hidden dishonesty… but there is still purity. Mason and Sheila's friendship… Cheren and Nebula's open-mindedness… Sector W7's friendliness… but you want to crush all that. Not out of a need for criticism, but of spite. So, here's my warning…"

Kokichi stood directly over Aranea, his crescent eyes peering in her soul. "Back off." he said simply. "I don't know what your problem is… You can be as hateful as you want… but if you try to ruin everyone's good time… you're going to have a bad time. Maybe just stay at your home and retire. No one appreciates a little party-pooper~"

With those words, Kokichi calmly walked out of the park. Aranea glared with the eyes of a predator. Long after he was gone, she was still in the park, as still as a ghost.

…

You can thank Sarstar for this comedy gag~ :3

"OLD SPICE BODY SPRAY BLOCKS BODY ODOR FOR 60 HOURS!" Terry Crews bellowed at the camera, his muscles pumped with spice and adrenaline. "It's POWERFUL! It's so powerful, a lightbender can knock out the sun! And if you don't believe me, ask the Kids Next Door's Sunny Fist, Captain Sheila Frantic!"

"I CAN KNOCK OUT A SUN?!" Sheila shouted.

"NO! It's so powerful, you can make your OWN suns!"

"WELL, STREWTH! Hit me up with that spice, I'm psyched!!" Sheila swiped the spray can and sprayed her right underarm. "Hehehe!" She giggled from the feeling. She sprayed the left underarm. "Haha! Okay, let's try it!"

In the next second, an actual sun blasted from the Earth toward the real sun. "WHOA!!" Terry's eyes popped out in shock. "THAT'S WAY TOO POWERFUL!"

"Haha, that was awesome!! Let's try some more!" Suns exploded into being from her little fists in every direction, decorating the Milky Way as every corner of every planet grew bright.

"SHEILA, WAIT! I think this was a mistake! You're way too powerful! You need to stop bending for 60 hours!"

"Here comes my LIGHT RING FIST!" Sheila began spinning her right arm in the air, generating a sun that zoomed around Earth like a godly vortex of light.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" The incomprehensible mass of light was too fast and powerful for Terry or the world to comprehend.

With dozens of suns surrounding the Milky Way, Sheila found a place to relax on Earth. Her own body was generating a light that enveloped her entire half of the globe. The forests, mountains, sky, and sea were covered in a bright, yellowish-white. As Sheila's own clothes melded perfectly with the sea of light, only her arms, legs, and head were visible, chilling back like a kid buried in sand.

Mason trudged across the light to join her, smiling humorously. "It's weird that Light Chi isn't even that hot. It's just gently warm."

"That's just what a sun is, mate! Gentle and warm!" Sheila grinned.

"Not when you're up close."

"But crikey, Oi smell great!" Sheila cheered, stretching her hands and feet high. "This Old Spice really works! Smell me, Mason!"

Mason took a whiff of her underarm, Light Chi flowing up his nostrils like a straw. "Mmmmm, that's the spice of sunlight, alright! Gee, if it works this well on you, imagine the effect it'll have on a poisonbender!"

"Well, throw off that shirt and have a spray!" Sheila winked and held the can ready!

Puh-puh, puh puh puh puh-POWER!