"Dion!" Oolong shouted, rushing over as fast as his little legs could carry him. Dillee returned and began transforming back into his normal self. Horace and MC began trying to find something to help in the recovery.

Shit, all I got is that Crank energy drink…my last frigging one too. Needs must, though. He thought, pulling the can from his inventory.

He cranked the ring pull and forced Dion's mouth open. Crying internally as the golden nectar started pouring from the can.

"I FEEL you, buddy." Piped Horace, knowing it was my last can. He had nothing besides soother salves to give her and threw them on.

"Will that stuff help her out?" Oolong asked, and, for the first time since they arrived, Oolong wasn't smiling. "I hope so; it works for me, and I don't have powers like the rest of my friends. Don't see why I~" Trying to finish that sentence was met by Dion standing up so quickly it wasn't even registerable; even Grinzy couldn't see it happening.

"I AM SO AMPED UP RIGHT NOW; THAT STUFF IS AMAZING, WOOOOOOOO! GIMME THE REST!" shouting the roof off whilst overflowing with energy. Dion snatched the can from MC's hand in a flash and chugged it down. Already boosted, this only served to boost her even more, and now the group was just seeing her afterimage as she bounced around.

"I'VE NEVER SEEN someone react like that before." Piped Horace, who stopped trying to follow Dion because it was spinning him out. "Av never seen her like this before either, pal, making me feel sick watching her zoom about so much.

In a moment of sheer madness, Dion formed a rope from her energy and lassoed everyone together, which extended into a netlike structure once they were all bound. "HEY, WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE!" Horace piped, freaking out at this unexpected turn of events. "Dion, what the hell are you doing with~"

No time for any sentences to finish here. She sped off with her unhappy passengers kicking and screaming, trailing in the back. DONK. Particularly as she seemed to be paying ZERO attention. CRASH. To how the steering was going back there as she. BANG. Raced through the place, crashing through doors and the walls, causing the unhappy lot behind her to be thrown around harder than my family's emotional support writing this story.

"Will you stop trashing my place already? Do you know how long it took to build all of this up? Not long at all actually… IT'S NOT THE POINT THOUGH. Wow, you lot suck so bad! There's no respect for other people's property these days."

MC and the others wanted to have a moment to think about something. Anything. Nausea was at the forefront, then pain in pretty much every location on their bodies. But the Dion Express didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. Oh wait, it did. My apologies; I appear to have dropped the ball often today.

"Doopdoop! Thanks for traveling with me today. I hope you all had a pleasant ride. Please come on board the express train again soon!"

Dion flew around the room again more freely, thanks to no longer being tied down with the others. It took a while for the mild concussions to fade. Despite the ordeal and being already exhausted. Bo was the first to rise, somehow avoiding all the previous danger that just happened. Looking around, she wondered what the fuss was all about and shrugged.

"Dion, fucking warn us if you're going." MC tried to get his words out, but trying to deal with a problematic, overstimulated unit isn't exactly a walk in the park for him.

"I've figured out the way forward. There's an elevator just up ahead. Come on, let's go, go, go, people; time is a-ticking!" She talks as fast as she moves. Dion was annoying everyone. And for a moment, Horace could have sworn that Grinzy stopped grinning for a split second.

Dion, for the love of everything good, slow down, Grinzy thought.

They all followed as she just ran around continuously in a circle. It was akin to climbing a mountain with how full-on it was trying not to throttle her high-octane sprinting. Even more so when they eventually reached the larger-than-necessary elevator

The hell do you need something big for? This place isn't THAT big.

Ready and waiting for something to happen, their weapons were primed for an encounter. Jingles from the speakers cut through the tension on the speaker.

"If you're feeling hungry, then we're in business! Everything's cheap at Yetey Paws Fishstaurant. Yetey's seal of a fishproval, boyah!"

"Neat little jingle. I'd eat there; how about you lot?" MC asked the group. Nods of approval all around. "I do like good fish and chips." Oolong, now hungry at the thought, began to lick his lips.

Ding

"Welcome to the control centre."

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The group, as they walked forward, began to smell things in the air. Unlike the rest of the group. For Horace with his extreme sense of smell. It was all too familiar and extremely enticing. He could not mistake the smell of fuel. "WATCH OUT, there are flammables here; I CAN SMELL IT."

Slimmy, in a panic, tried to quickly place his gun in the holster. Trembling, he accidentally fired it off. The bullet rebounded around the room, pinging at high speeds that were no match for the overstimulated Dion, who caught it between her fingers. Appearing like a cigarette, the smoke emitted off it wasn't from the shot but her vibrating so fast it was heating it up between her digits.

"That was a zingeroni." MC, with a nod of approval, said without hesitation.

"That is a terrible catchphrase." A booming voice from an animatronic skull that slowly lowered down to the group spoke.

"Excuse me?" A side-eye glance came from MC. "You want to say that again?"

"THAT is a TERRIBLE catchphrase, you annoying little shit. It's like rusty knives that are pushing up against the nails in my finger."

"Sir, just say the word. And I shall grind this buffoon into dust!" Dillee tried to get the nod of approval, but I held off for a moment.

"That's a very rude start to a conversation. How about we knock some manners into that arrogant head of yours?"

Putrid grassy green liquids were dripping from the nose of the skull head. Some of the group realised it was acid as it rapidly burned through the metal flooring.

"The rudeness has come from you and your annoying little chums. I've been running this place for years. And up until NOW. I've never had to deal with those that can use powers. Well, not powers like you lot; it's always been merchants and the homeless, those sorts. Easy picking types that tend to go into places thinking there's something to claim for themselves."

"Yeah, well, it looks like you picked eight wrong people to steal away this time."

Why did you have to appear! All I wanted was to have my own army of pets, you ass. sniffles

"All my efforts this past year have been ruined in a matter of hours. How can you do this to someone on their birthday? That's like the top three most socially unacceptable things you can do!"

Smiles and chuckles burst forth from the group. This geezer is really trying hard to be ignorant of everything they've done up to this point. MC thought.

Something didn't seem quite right. It dawned on the group that Red, White, and Greeny had been awkwardly silent up until this point. In fact, she wasn't even around. A ding from the elevator made MC turn around only for Tom and the old babushka to be zoomed over to the group, dropped on the floor, and for a slightly less stimmed-out Dion to have lunged with a charged-up fist, whacking the skull in half with a nasty one shot and pushing on through it. To a room that had become visible.

"What the f, do you know how much, hey, get OFF!"

Returning with the lanky son of a gun that had been bothering them for the past few hours. There he stood quaking in his … pyjamas? Didn't this guy have a robe earlier? Either way, it was time for some answers.

"So what do you have to say for yourself then, hmm? Not so big without your big ol' skull and that SpOoKy ghost army, eh, zing-zing!"

"Bleh, such a terrible catchphrase. OW, why did you hit me, you dumb freak of nature!?"

"You dare to mock the zings delivered from the man beside me! Watch your tongue, you dirty CHAIR SNIFFER!" Dillee please don't say things like that again. MC laughed at his own inner thoughts. Dillee thought he was getting a response from the fine sir; feeling proud, he shimmied his stem about.

"Shut up MC, I'll deal with this one." Dion grabbed hold of the creep's arm. Kicked him to the floor. His yelps became muffled by her boot pressing his face hard into the floor. Tom ran over, and the mostly recovered grandma stumbled her way over.

Tom lashed out, but a wee little lad doesn't have quite the same impact. And Bagrovisha tried her best but fell over trying to lift that walker frame up to slam it, falling backwards and cracking her hip again.

"I'm sss-sorry, alright? I won't do it again. I swear on it!"

"As if you're getting away with this just like that, pal, you're a serial killer. No point crying now you've been caught."

Grinzy was able to pick up on a shift in the air. Intervening, they pushed the group back and projected a more regal, knightly version of himself shielding the group. As the figure transformed. It appeared to have become some sort of lich with overflowing power. Darkness erupted around it, eroding away everything it touched.

"Watch yourselves. This is far from over, maggots." Fading away into the shadows. Dion tried to get in one last strike, only to be held back by Grinzy, who interfered, pushing her to the group with a head prod. The whole area began to shake, signalling it was time to get moving.

"Return to this mechanical contraption, MC; if you fail to leave now, you will be trapped here. I cannot hold these warp ways open for long, fate denier."

The words of Tofla rang out through MC's mind. He quickly ushered everyone to head back towards the elevator. As they became closer, the static-like circles shifted. The left showed a view of the cabin, and the right showed a realm that seemed familiar in ways, but it wasn't the home of the trio.

"BYE, it's been FUN."

"I say, what a fine display of companionship, chaps and chapettes."

"Ey up, see ya again, pals." Slimmy, Bo, and Grinzy gestured with waves to say goodbye, heading into the warp way with Tom and the creaky babushka. "Alright, you two, let's get going." MC said, taking one last look at the darkness they ran from before turning to Dion. She spoke to him before he had a chance.

"As head of the brigade, I say to you, stay strong, stay safe, citizen!" Dion saluting MC with her left hand across her chest. But…as a newfound acquaintance or possibly even a friend, if you three ever get the chance. Come find us on Earth." Dion said with a smile.

"Same to you if you ever come to Maliterr lass." Returning the gesture with a nod.

Together they returned to their own worlds. This method of transport was different. It drained as they flew through what felt like the screen of a computer. Landing with extreme exhaustion that claimed the trio and forced them to sleep.

As the other five returned to their world. Dion collapsed from the energy drink crashing her brain. Slimmy picked her up and carried her back to their base.

As cabin doors slammed into the outer walls from opening. A sleeping Hee-hee man was woken up. HEE-HEE? He shouted in a panic. Rushing in, he rescued the trio one by one, placing them into a wheelbarrow.

Ha-ha Hee-hee for me! Allium goodness, to stick in my pot Look at my stocks as I stick them in a pot. With the green one on top for flavor,

hee-hee-hee! He sang over and over as he wheeled the trio away.

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