#q.t.

The Unikingdom was sunny and bright as always, and as some of the citizens watched from the bright pink bleachers by the castle, others hopped around in a three-legged race.  They were all enjoying themselves except for Q.T. and Toaster, who struggled to stay in the lead.  The competition was very close behind them, making them sweat.  But before they knew it they tripped and crossed the finish line.  Confetti spread, party lights shone, airhorns went off, and Toast popped out of Toaster with an “OOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

Princess Unikitty cheerfully flew over to the finish line.  “And that’s the end this year’s Unikingdom Three-Legged Race Festival!“ she announced, "Congrats on a job well done, Q.T., Toaster, and Toast!”  All the citizens cheered.

“In fact,” Unikitty continued, “I’d say you guys have made this race the kingdom’s best one yet!”

“Yeah sis,” her little brother Puppycorn agreed as he ran her way, “it was a lot of fun!”

Dr. Fox walked over with a clipboard in her hands.  "Numbers don’t lie,” she said as she typed away at a calculator, “and even analytics determined that this was been the best three-legged race in the kingdom’s history!”

“Especially when everyone who fell got back up again to keep going,” Hawkodile said as he swooped in.

“Couldn’t agree more, Hawkodile!“ Unikitty chirped. She flew up into the air again, announcing "Now let’s all party!” to the racers and audience alike.

The music and lights began again as Unikitty, her friends and the citizens began the dance party.  Richard floated over to them, paying extra attention to the spilled confetti and the racers’ dirty bodies.

“Princess, in this mess? Are you sure?” he asked.  “Of course!” Unikitty replied, “Besides, today’s been great! Even if we didn’t fix anything, there’s nothing that can go wrong!”

Everyone kept dancing as Richard only stared.  “I wouldn’t count on it,” he said, no one bothering to listen.

(Art by @x-master-brock-x​)

As the party went on, Master Frown and Possessed Brock parked their (horribly repainted) car behind Unikitty’s castle.  They hopped out, shielding their eyes.

“Ughh, forgot how bright it is here,“ Master Frown grunted.  “You can say that again,” Possessed Brock groaned in agreement.  “Well I’m not going to,” Master Frown bragged as his eyes glowed, “because I’m too starting a ‘special announcement.’”

The speakers in the kingdom streets roared with static and the party came to a screeching halt.  Everyone in the kingdom went silent out of confusion and in some cases, fear.

“Guys, what’s going on?“ Unikitty worriedly asked.  “Someone must’ve hacked into the speakers!” Dr. Fox assumed. She tried to run off and fix them when Hawkodile held her and their other friends back.  “This could be dangerous, everyone stay back!” he warned.

The speakers’ static cleared and everyone began listening to a familiar voice they had almost forgotten about.

“Hello?  Hello?  Is this thing woking?  Ok, my name is…no, that’s stupid, you already know who I am.  It’s just been such a looong time since you’ve even heard about me.  And trust me, there’s a reason.  While you bozos were ‘busy’ with your stupid little ‘positive’ lifestyle, I’ve become bigger and stronger than ever before! I’m not your pesky milk-spiller anymore, no.  I’m ready to do worse.  Far worse!  I bet none of you will even be breathing by the time I’m done with this kingdom!  I’d suggest you’d all run and hide but it doesn’t matter.  I’ll find you no matter what, even if it’s just revenge that keeps me going.  So hear me out, idiots: your hours are numbered, not even your days!”  Master Frown finished his announcement with an evil laugh, unlike any he ever let out before.

Possessed Brock kept his stare on Master Frown as the doom lord walked back to the car.  “Uhh, you mean we’re gonna find them no matter what?” he asked.

“Yeah, yeah, but…” Master Frown paused, his eyes glowing brighter yet.  “…actually, I’ve got an even better idea now!”  Master Frown laughed again, tossing a walkie-talkie to Possessed Brock and walking away.  “Uh..’thank you Brock!?’” Possessed Brock sarcasm was almost as strong as his disappointment.

(Art by @pastel-gothicorn​)

Back at the party, citizens ran in circles and screamed as Unikitty and her friends froze in disbelief, aside from Richard and Puppycorn.

“Well I did say I wouldn’t count on it,” Richard said. 

“Wait, who was that?” Puppycorn asked.  “Master Frown!” Hawkodile yelled at the puppy prince, “And now he could actually be dangerous!”  “But this is is still Master Frown,” Richard reminded him, “We need to consider if he’s as dangerous as he says he is.”

“Well come on guys, we’ve been through a lot worse before,” Unikitty declared, “so whatever he does, we just gotta stay positive!”  “Exactly!” Dr. Fox agreed, “Starting with…”  Dr. Fox took out a megaphone, cleared her throat, and yelled from the top of her lungs to the citizens:

“EVERYONE RUN AND HIDE!!!  THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL!  THIS COULD BE THE KINGDOM’S BIGGEST CATASTROPHE YET!  STAY INDOORS, LOCK YOUR DOORS AND WINDOWS, OR BETTER YET, EVACUATE THE KINGDOM IF THERE’S ANYWHERE YOU CAN GO!  UNTIL WE’RE SAFE AGAIN, YOU NEED TO RUN AND HIDE OR ELSE MASTER FROWN WILL GET YOU!!!”

Every single citizen obeyed, flooding the kingdom streets and squabbling for their lives from someone who really didn’t care much about them.  Their princess watched as the animosity grew, the opposite of what she wanted.

“Dr. Fox was that really necessary?” she asked her friend, “Even at his worst you know Master Frown can’t be THAT bad.”  “Yes, possibly,” Dr. Fox replied, fixing her glasses, “But you heard what he said, and if we don’t take what he says seriously we could be goners!  Luckily I know exactly what to do.  To the lab!”  Dr. Fox jumped down a hole that appeared through the floor, leaving her friends behind.

Puppycorn optimistically broke the silence.  “So if Master Frown’s coming back, that means we can all use our super rad skills to stop him, right?  Or at least I think we all have skills.  What can you do, Rick?”

“I can tell you that if we really are in danger,” Richard replied, “the best course of action would be to stand our ground and raise the castle’s defen-“ “FIGHT TO THE DEATH!!!” Hawkodile interrupted.  As Richard signed, Unikitty and Puppycorn came closer to Hawkodile.

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Puppycorn shouted as sparkle matter popped from his head.  “Yeah!  I guess.” Unikitty agreed.  As the friends split up, Master Frown and Possessed Brock watched from afar.

“Good,” Master Frown rubbed his hands as his eyes dimly glowed, “now time for the perfect plan to begin!”  He pointed to his henchman.  “Brock, start with the fox nerd’s lab everyone should be fair game without a better way to fight back.  But leave Unikitty alive.  She’s mine to take.”  His eyes became brighter and his smile widened.  “And once she realizes all her friends are gone…”  His words turned more and more into giggles until he erupted into wicked laughter again.  He dashed away into his car and drove off, leaving Possessed Brock behind.

“Wait, where are you going!?”

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Down in her lab, Dr. Fox's mind raced in a million different directions at once: about how amazing and complex she could make her inventions, how dangerous Master Frown really was if worse came to worse like he said, how she'd be the hero to save the kingdom by taking him down, or even how absurd it was that water could travel faster than lava but not as fast as Puppycorn could eat all the food in the castle. And all as she was working on several advanced weapons. As she finished another laser gun, Richard floated down from the ceiling to see her.

"Oh hi, Richard!" Dr. Fox turned around and greeted him, "You're just in time! Check it out," She picked up a long, thin bazooka. "This is the Higher-Upper, meant for super long-ranged distance."  She picked up another gun that unleashed a sword when she pressed the trigger, but kept it in the muzzle. "And this one's called the Razor Revolver!" she announced as she swung the gun and attached blade around, "I borrowed some of Hawkodile's swords to make this one." Richard worriedly watched as Dr. Fox pushed the sword back through its cylinder.

"Dr. Fox I appreciate your determination," Richard said, "but this seems a little...overkill."

"Rick," Dr. Fox insisted, "whatever plan Master Frown has to wipe us out could be 'overkill'!"

"Yes but that's not what I mean," Richard explained, "I'm afraid that if you're not careful, these inventions could be more dangerous than Master Frown himself. You have to work with the rest of us if we're going to come up with a proper solution, I mean did you even ask Hawkodile if you could use his swords to begin with?"

"Uh..." Dr. Fox face went blank and she lowered her head. "No."

Richard floated closer. "I rest my case. It's not a good idea to come up with solutions this way." "Yeah but Rick, you gotta show a little more confidence," Dr. Fox assured him, lifting her flamethrower, "We can do this together, like you said, but not without the proper set of arms!"

Richard screamed as Dr. Fox used the flamethrower right in front of him. He could hardly stay calm like Dr. Fox suggested as she stopped and looked up smiling.

"Uh huh," Richard somewhat agreed, "well I'm staying here just in case."

"Be my guest!" Dr. Fox winked, "I guess I could use your approval after all."

She continued work on her weapons as Richard sighed, his tired eyes following her busy paws.

(Art by @friffinx​)

                                                        : ~~~ :

“Come in PB, this is Best Doom Lord Ever, do you copy?” Master Frown’s voice asked through the walkie-talkie.

“Enough with the code names, I told you they’re dumb!” Possessed Brock groaned in a dead-panned voice, “But yes, loud and clear.  Now where did you go!?”  “Nowhere too important, just to get the Frown-copter,” Master Frown shrugged.

“The WHAT!?” Possessed Brock yelled, “You went back to Frowntown!?  Why didn’t you just find her and get it over with!?  You’re making things a lot harder for yourself, man.”

“First of all someone needs to remind you what the word ‘distraction’ means,” Master Frown began, “secondly I’m already on my way back, and third it’s either this or more long trips by car or foot, take your pick.”

“Neither of us have feet,” Possessed Brock said bluntly.  “YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!” Master Frown yelled.  “YES I DID!” Possessed Brock yelled back, “That was just fun.”

“Well the last thing I need you to do is make fun of me and the first is get to the lab!” Master Frown ranted as he started up the helicopter.  “Don’t worry, I’m almost there.” Possessed Brock bitterly confirmed.

“Good, now don’t let me down!” Master Frown declared, “We’re getting that disgusting cat no matter what!”  He laughed manically again, but Possessed Brock couldn’t stand what sounded to him like a cat choking on nails anymore.  Rolling his eyes, he pressed the walkie-talkie’s power button and groaned as he continued on his way to the castle.

                                                       : ~~~ :

Inside the treehouse dojo, Puppycorn wagged his tail and eagerly followed Hawkodile’s every move as the bodyguard opened a chest of weapons.  Unikitty only stared, still believing that Hawkodile was overreacting a little.

“No, you two still don’t understand what’s really going on here,” he warned again, “Master Frown’s trying to kill us all, Princess.  As in actually kill us!  And as your bodyguard that’s something I’ll never let him do.  Besides, when he says he’ll find us no matter what, don’t you think you should take that even a little seriously?”

“Well I’m taking it seriously!” Puppycorn replied confidently, “Why else would we be here other than to test out our sweet fighting skills so we can kick his bingleberry butt?”

Unikitty and Hawkodile exchanged glances, knowing well that poor Puppycorn wouldn’t last a second in any real combat.

(Art by @pastel-gothicorn​, again)

“Well you’re not wrong,” Hawkodile sighed, “It’s five of us against one pest, if you can even call Frown that anymore.”  At that moment Unikitty came to a horrible realization.

“WAIT WHAT ABOUT BROCK!?” she yelled, “We were so caught up in Master Frown this whole time that we didn’t stop and think about him!” Her guilt came on fast, and it showed.  “Huh, yeah what about him?” Hawkodile said,  “He’s always been a real cool guy so it’s a tough call.”

“Maybe Master Frown turned him into a robot,” Puppycorn suggested, “And he’s also an evil jerkface who wants to destroy the kingdom until we stop him and save the day!”  He began playfully mimicking a fight between robotic and heroic characters.

“Well, what if he’s trying to help us?” Unikitty cheerfully suggested.  “Oh yeah that too, good call,” Puppycorn agreed, “Or both!”  He gasped, wagging his tail.  “What if he’s really on both sides!?”

As the siblings went on, Hawkodile hung and shook his head.  He lifted a heavy axe.  “Puppycorn actually has a point,” he said.  “I do?” Puppycorn gasped happily.  “He does?” Unikitty asked.

“Brock’s probably coming after us the same way Frown is, so I hate to think this way but…” he swung the axe around and held its back towards hi, “better safe than sorry.”

Unikitty gasped.  “But I don’t want to hurt him!  He could still be the amazingly wonderful blocky guy we always knew, even if he and Master Frown really are evil.”  She paused.  “Wait, I didn’t make any sense, did I?”  “No you didn’t,” Hawkodile said, “You know what?  He’s always been kinda confusing as is, so let’s just focus on Master Frown.”

“Ok,” Puppycorn and Unikitty agreed in unison, one more willing than the other.

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“And this one was made especially for you!” Dr. Fox said as she handed another new invention to Richard; a silver dart gun.  When Richard pulled the trigger, out came a tranquilizer with a paperclip shaped like a needle.

“Wow, silent but effective,” Richard admired, “You know me so well.”  “Of course I do!” Dr. Fox replied, “It’s not actually effective though but hey, it makes for a great distraction while the rest of us do the actual fighting.”  Richard’s face changed to disappointed as Dr. Fox pointed to another table.  “I also have some cleaning supplies in some bigger and longer guns in case you need them.”  Richard floated over to the table and picked up a mop rifle.

“This makes me question your decisions and faith in me more, but I think I’ll keep them.  Thank you,” he complimented with a warm smile.  “Hey no problem!” Dr. Fox humbly bragged.

“‘No problem?’  Hah, that’s cute,” an eerily familiar voice echoed down the lab hallway.

Dr. Fox and Richard slowly turned to their left.  Possessed Brock was coming closer and closer, scraping his scythe on the wall and chuckling as if he were a Doom Lord himself, the shrill symphony accompanied by his evil smile.

“Oh no!!!” Dr. Fox yelled, grabbing Richard, “How did we forget about Brock!?”  “I don’t know, but we have to do something-“ Richard’s voice shook until Possessed Brock swung his scythe in between them.  Both would-be victims screamed as they dodged him and ran in different directions.

Trying to defend himself, Richard aimed his new dart gun at Possessed Brock as his body shook and he began breathing heavily.  Possessed Brock looked in the floating brick’s direction in enough time to see the paperclip fired at him and flick it away.  He raced toward Richard, swinging his scythe only for the brick to avoid being sliced every time.

“Dr. Fox you have to do something or we’re going to die down here!”  Richard called out as he evaded death.  “What does it look like I’m trying to do!?” the doctor replied, peeking her head out from behind a stash of weapons.  Possessed Brock turned around and ran in her direction, jumping into the air to strike her.  Dr. Fox ducked and rolled away, leaving many of her new inventions behind to be smashed to bits.

“NO, MY WEAPONS!!!” Dr. Fox cried.  Richard floated in from behind her as Possessed Brock got up.

“Well isn’t that a fitting reaction,” he commented, “Didn’t know what to expect though.”  He jumped up to strike them again, Richard floating through the floor and Dr. Fox, scrambling to find what other weapons she left lying around.  The Razor Revolver caught her eye, and she crawled as fast as she could to get a hold of it.  She tried holding it properly until she felt the assassin coming her way and pressed the trigger.  Out came a sword in just enough time to save Dr. Fox and give her more time to run back and charge at Possessed Brock.  He charged back, and their blades clashed.

(Art by @samthecookielord​)

As the fight went on, the Frown-copter flew through the cloudy skies, its driver’s eyes glowing with the mere though of what was to come.  Nothing scared him; not the dark clouds, the lighting, or the loud engine giving signs of failing, until a crow flew by and crashed into the front window.

“Out of the way, bird!” Master Frown shouted, swiping with his hand.  But before he could press the wipers button, a swarm of dim red light and fire enveloped the crow and flung it away along with the movement of his hand.  Master Frown pressed the brakes.

“Wait a minute,” he realized, “I REALLY CAN MOVE STUFF WITH MY MIND!!!”

He laughed again as he drove the helicopter and controlled different of its functions at once using just his mind.  Buttons, switches, and fans kept going on and off, all of it meaning nothing to the driver other than his powers were indeed getting stronger.

The forces of good and evil continued their fight in the lab, avoiding each other’s attacks and scowling, knowing that they were both so close yet so far from winning.  Possessed Brock swung his scythe over himself again when he stiffened.  He groaned, holding his face with one hand and his scythe with the other.  Dr. Fox watched, confused as to what was going on and wondering if she should keep her guard down.  The red light in Brock’s eyes and demonic sounds in his voice faded as he opened his eyes.  He looked around the lab he never thought he’d miss, then at Dr. Fox, staring with equally bewildered eyes.

“W…Dr. Fox??” Brock asked, his head (or lack thereof) still hurting, “What am I doing down here?  What’s going on…d-did he really get back to the kingdom like he said he would!?  No no no NO NO NOOOOOO!!!”  He dropped to the floor out of guilt.

“Brock, what do you mean?” Dr. Fox walked over to him, “Why aren’t your eyes red anymore?”  “He mind controlled me, that’s why!” Brock clenched his fists and grunted in the middle of his breakdown.  “Wait mind control?  Since when could he do that?” Dr. Fox asked, “Either way it does explain why you were just trying to kill me and Richard.”

Brock gasped, tears staining to the lab floor.

“Listen, I am SO SO sorry, I didn’t mean to do any of it!  I’d never hurt you, or any of our friends, or anyone who lives here!  You didn’t do anything wrong, and I would’ve warned you if I could but the last thing I remember was being told we were coming back here and that he had to control me again.”

“Well,” Dr. Fox suggested, trying to calm him down, “how about we put our weapons down and talk more about this?”  “Really?” Brock dropped his scythe and looked her in the eyes again.  “Definitely!” Dr. Fox helped him up.

“I’ve helped people with their problems plenty of times,” she continued, “So trust me Brock, there’s nothing a little science can’t fix.  Helping you out should be a breeze!  Right Rick?”  She turned around to find more broken machines and totaled weapons, but Richard was nowhere in sight.

“Richard?”

The gray brick floated up from behind a shelf, his eyes reflecting every inch of fear in his little body.  “Is he gone?” he asked with all his strength.

“Nope, he’s right here” Dr. Fox said as she walked his way, “But he only come after us because he was mind controlled.  Maybe we can help each other out now!”

Richard floated close to Dr. Fox again, this time inches away from her face.  “Doctor, mind control or not he just tried to kill us!  Can we really trust him if he’s supposedly under a supervillain’s control?”

“Good question,” Dr. Fox replied as she fixed her glasses, “but hey Brock’s never been as big of a bingleberry as Master Frown is.”  “Uh…thanks?” Brock said from behind her.

Richard’s stare went from back and forth between Dr. Fox and Brock, giving the latter a colder focus.  “Fine,” he groaned, floated over to Brock.

“So, care to explain what happened since we last saw you and your ‘friend?’” Richard asked.  “I’ll tell you everything, I promise,” Brock nervously said, “just please don’t get mad, ok?  It’ll just make things worse.”

“Don’t let Rick get you more upset, Brock,” Dr. Fox butted in, “All we need is to find out why Master Frown’s so different.”  “Got it,” Brock understood, “Just prepare yourselves cause it’s gonna get heavy.”

“Umm, alright,” Dr. Fox still tried to accept everything warmly.  “Believe me, I’ve heard worse than you’d think,” Richard reassured him.

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Several moments passed before Brock could explain everything to Richard and a nearly trembling Dr. Fox.

“Wait, what!?” Dr. Fox shrieked, “I never imagined he could ever do THAT!  And you’ve been living like that for how long again!?”

“Six months,” Brock answered.  “Brock…I don’t know what else to say other than…well, that this is terrible!” Dr. Fox stammered.  “I’ve still heard worse,” Richard said bluntly.

“Well, not everything’s completely different.  It’s kinda hard to explain,” Brock admitted, trying to stay optimistic but becoming sadder with every word, “One day he’s his usual, silly self, and the next he’s as evil as his bosses were.  And I don’t know if he really knows what he’s doing sometimes, either.  It’s like he knows he has these weird new powers but not what they are or how to use them.  Maybe it’s some cry for help when he looks at me all mad at himself, but it doesn’t change the fact that this whole thing’s a living nightmare!”

“Well,” Dr. Fox said thoughtfully, “hopefully we can figure out all these question about the Doom Lords and pummel that stupid, selfish Frowntown scum to the ground, and get you somewhere safe and sound!”

“Yeah,” Brock nervously giggled, “just try not to pummel him too much.”  “You just told us about everything he’s done and you STILL- ” Dr. Fox grumbled before taking a short, deep breath.  “Well, I do understand how much he means to you, ” she admitted, “and if there’s one thing I’ve learned it’s that your friends’ lives matter more than any experiment ever could.  So we probably won’t punish him too bad for you.”

Brock began feeling warmer inside as he thought about it.  Maybe they could get Master Frown to finally open up about what changed him so badly and they could find a solution that benefitted everyone.  Maybe Brock and Master Frown didn’t have to be so awkwardly afraid of each other anymore and they could be as close as they used to be.  Maybe they could be friends without constantly reassuring each other that they were, or even more, like Brock always dreamed they would be.

He cuddled Dr. Fox in an attempt to not think about it too deeply and focus on the present.  “Don’t know what I’d do without you Doc, can’t thank you enough!”  “Oh it’s quite alright,” Dr. Fox said, bringing Richard in, “So what do you say guys, let’s get this started!”

Dr. Fox, Richard, and Brock walked through the castle halls, just making it to the first floor when Brock’s head began aching again.  He held it and tried to hold back his pain.  The red in his eyes was coming back.

“Brock, are you ok!?” Dr. Fox asked as she and Richard tried to help him.  “I-it’s happening again!!” Brock said, struggling, “Go, g-get e-everyone else before I hurt you!”

Though not wanting to leave him behind, his two friends ran forward anyway.  After more yelling Possessed Brock opened his eyes and came to his senses, realizing that his scythe was missing.  Remembering that he was last in the lab, he ran back down to find it lying on the reflective, blue floor; waiting for him to pick it up and run back out.  He tried to sprint as stealthily as he could to the foyer when he heard an optimistic “And then things are gonna go back to normal!…hopefully.”

Possessed Brock stumbled mid-run and tried to pick himself up before he could make too much noise.  Then he hid behind a potted plant under the staircase and listened carefully to what was behind him.  He could recognize the voices too well; Unikitty and Hawkodile were getting closer.

“Princess, you seriously still think you can just go easy on them, force them to talk it out, and then BANG the whole thing just blows over!?” Hawkodile still tried reasoning with her, “This is the time for combat, not words!  Just think; the announcements, the threats, all the potential danger, and nothing scares you but Brock!?”

“Oh come on, Hawk,” Unikitty confidently said, “ just think: all we have to do is…”

“…surrender or your lives end here and now!” Possessed Brock finished, revealing himself and slowly coming up the staircase.  Unikitty and Hawkodile held onto each other and screamed.

“Brock!?” Unikitty asked, now fearing what her supposed friend could do to her, “What happened to you!?  Why are your eyes red!?”  “You won’t need answers to those questions,” Possessed Brock drew his scythe, “You’ll be too busy begging for your lives.”

“NOT ON MY WATCH!!!” Hawkodile yelled.  He guarded Unikitty and winded his arm back to punch the distorted personification of his once good friend.  Possessed Brock dodged the punch and made his way up the stairs swiftly.

“GO, HURRY!” Hawkodile commanded.  Unikitty flew up the staircase but turned to watch the fight from the top of the stairs.  She still tried to understand what was going on as her bodyguard and would-be friend fought.  Hawkodile angrily kept trying to punch and kick Possessed Brock, who avoided every attack with ease as he was chased up the stairs before he made it to the top and grabbed Unikitty.  The princess squealed and struggled to free herself, trapped in his grasp as he ran down the steps again, past Hawkodile and out the castle door.  Possessed Brock reached for his walkie-talkie as he ran through the castle grounds.

“I got her, let’s go!” he yelled into it.

Along came sudden swirling of the wind and sound of the Frown-copter came closer as Master Frown landed it on the hill, feet away from Possessed Brock and Unikitty.  The princess froze as she peeked at his grinning face out of the entrance; not just because of his new look but also how he looked at her back, eyes and all.

“Good,” Master Frown relished over the loud engine, “Let’s do this.”  For the first time in his live, he felt more evil than he ever had before.

“Master Frown!?” Unikitty screamed, starting to sweat, “I guess it’s great to see you again but WHAT’S GOING ON!?!?  WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING!?”  Possessed Brock ignored her questions and hopped into the backseat and all Master Frown said was “Aww man, we actually got her, let’s go!” with the innocence of a child getting candy or a new toy.  The Frown-copter took off, and Hawkodile made it in enough time to just see it start zoom away.  He wanted nothing more than to fly up to it at lightning speed and punch the red-eyed crooks into oblivion, but he knew that in order to take them down he couldn’t do it alone.

Hawkodile flew to his dojo, where Puppycorn, Dr. Fox, and Richard were discussing a potential plan of attack, and almost crashed landed into the entrance.

“GUYS, THEY’VE GOT UNIKITTY!” He announced, “EVERYBODY GO, GET OUT THERE OR SHE’S A GONER!  COME ON, MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!!!”  Everyone raced outside and through the streets, following the Frown-copter.  Its driver heard some strange commotion from below even over Unikitty still screaming to get out.  He peeked down from the driver’s seat he found Unikitty’s friends running after him, then up his way to find Hawkodile flying after them.

“Brock,” Master Frown aggressively whispered through his teeth before yelling, “WHY ARE THEY STILL ALIVE!?”  “Not now, bingus!” Possessed Brock yelled back.  “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME!?”  Unikitty still tried to squirm out of Possessed Brock’s grasp as he and Master Frown went back and forth and her friends raced after her.

Puppycorn and Richard ran side by side until the prince grabbed Richard and threw him up at the Frown-copter.  It took only a few seconds for the screaming brick to reach the helicopter, and one more for Master Frown to smack him away, sending Richard falling as fast as he came.  He landed next to where Dr. Fox stood, aiming the Higher-Upper at the helicopter and firing a missile.  It seemed as though the missile would really hit them, and Unikitty and Possessed Brock began fearing for their lives.  But Master Frown effortlessly raised the helicopter’s altitude higher into the air so the missile would miss it, land on the ground, blow a kingdom shop up, and make Dr. Fox furious.

Master Frown looked down and laughed at her rage when Hawkodile caught up to him.  He stood on the landing skid and grabbed onto the doorway, shaking the entire helicopter.  While Master Frown screamed and frantically tried to regain balance Hawkodile reached his hand out for Unikitty.

(Art by @friffinx​, again)

“Princess, grab on!” he pleaded.  Unikitty reached back, but just before their hands touched, Possessed Brock knocked Hawkodile off the skid and sent him falling.

“HAWKODILE, NOOOO!!!” Unikitty cried.  This seemed to be her last straw as she growled with rage, turning into her angry form and shaking the Frown-copter again.

“ALRIGHT, YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHAT’S GOING ON AND WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO MY FRIENDS-”

A tranquilizer dart hit her cheek, and she was fast asleep on the floor in her normal form.

Possessed Brock looked up to see Master Frown spinning a dart gun with a smug look on his face and chuckling again.

“Not bad, scrub,” Possessed Brock slyly thanked his boss.  “Hey, watch it,” Master Frown said with the grin still on his face.

Richard, Dr. Fox, and Hawkodile helped each other get up as Puppycorn gazed into the sky, his heart feeling heavy.

“She’s gone…!  MY BIG SIS IS GONE!!!” he sobbed, “What are we gonna do guys!?”  Everyone else looked to each other, waiting for someone to give an answer.  After a moment Hawkodile took it upon himself to give one.  “Honestly Puppycorn, we don’t know.”  He put his arm around the prince, and all four looked up to the setting sun.

WOW, that took forever but HEY, it’s finally here!  And don’t worry, the other chapters aren’t as long as this one. (Except for maybe chapter 4, a lot’s gonna happen in that one too)

But thanks again for sticking around and being patient for so long, and an EXTREMELY huge thank you to me co-artists, who are linked above.  Please check them out and give them your love.  And to the co-artists who signed up but had to leave for one reason or another: don’t worry, I’d be happy to have you on board again if/when you’re able to.

And if you’re not a co-artist but would like to be, just message me here or on Amino!  I’d be happy to show you how we do it and feature your art for the next chapters!