ENDGAME GROUP 3: TRAVELING TO ANOTHER DIMENSION... (LOG 1)

[fantasmick]

[You have to wonder if the place that Your BEST Friend, Mickey brought you to,...is entirely safe for you to be exploring.

The Other Side is a bit less ominous than you expect. Mostly in that after all that build-up, it’s...kind of tacky? The floor beneath you has the texture and color of burnt grass, but the way everything else looks reminds you of terrible Halloween decorations. Giant eyeballs float by, drifting aimlessly through the void. They’re occasionally accompanied by...mathematical equations and clocks. Yep, that’s fun.

Yet, despite the evil this place has been hyped up as being...there are still stars in the sky, and it’s a clear night in which one can see them all. It’s reassuring, and it gives you hope.]

Okay! We’re going to activate the symbol and meet back up with our friends so we can end this once and for all! Boy, I sure do love having friends! Does anyone have any questions?

(ooc: this is the first log for group 3!)

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[theduck]

[That's, uhhh... that music thing sure is happening. But Donald hardly even notices the music because Goofy was right about the tantrums and the attitude-- he has to yell if he's being yelled at.]

I hardly even know you! And if you're really Goofy's friend, you'd tell him what's going on! He just wants to make sure you're okay-- and we can't afford to lie to each other now.

[fantasmick]

You know me, Donald! I’m...gosh, you can’t be serious about this.

[theduck]

I'm not your Donald. I'd never seen you before in my life until I got here. All I know is that if Goofy says there's something wrong, I believe him.

[fantasmick]

Then you’re an idiot.

[goofy_er]

.......

[just straight up punches mickey]

[fantasmick]

[mick gets decked, falling backwards, seemingly unconscious.]

[goofy_er]

[Oh, oops. He didn't mean for that to happen so he's gonna lean down and... gently shake Mickey a little bit to try and wake him back up.]

Mick? You okay..?

[theduck]

[he honestly can't even speak, he just. stares at Mickey for a long while before glancing sideways at Goofy.

he is so in love]

1/2

[fantasmick]

...Yeah, I'm - I'm fine, I'm -

[memotome]

Hey, boys.

[...that. sure is a pretty intimidating voice behind donald and goofy.]

Now, that was really...really something you shouldn't have done.

[goofy_er]

Wh-

[TURNS AROUND AT THE FUCKING SPEED OF LIGHT]

What are you doin' here?! And what do ya mean by that?!

[memotome]

Well, uh, duh. What do you have, stuffing for brains? I mean you really shouldn't have touched ol' Mickaroo here.

[He grabs at Goofy...]

[fantasmick]

Hades, don't!

[theduck]

[Admittedly he'd gone straight to hiding behind Goofy when Hades appeared out of nowhere, but he's all ready to yell that Mickey had it coming, that he was being a jerk and sometimes people just need a good ol' punch in the face but--]

Hey! DON'T TOUCH HIM!

[--but Hades is suddenly reaching for Goofy and Donald can't even see straight past his rage, can't even recognize that it's his voice that's yelling until he's launching himself right at Hades in an attempt to just get him away from Goofy in any way he can.]

[memotome]

[Hades' attention is off of Goofy for the second as Donald gets the edge in and tackles him. It seems that the hothead is actually managing to put a dent in Hades, and he winces in pain as Donald attacks him. A ball of flame balls up in his hand, and he turns red.]

I DON'T - APPRECIATE - BEING INTERRUPTED!

[And winding his fist back, he lets it go with full force at Donald.

The knockback from the punch alone is enough to send Donald hurtling over the edge of Bald Mountain.]

[fantasmick]

Donald!

[Mickey is...stunned into silence, fearful as he looks between Hades and Goofy.]

[goofy_er]

You... You....

[He's... gone. Just like that, Donald is gone. They never got to talk about the future like they planned to. Goofy's got tears forming in his eyes as he just stands there for a few seconds. He feels like he should go and try to avenge his dear friend's death, but he can't. He just can't bring himself to move an inch and falls to his knees, breaking out into a sob.]

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT!! HE DID NOTHIN' WRONG!!

[Sorry, Donald.]

[memotome]

Relax, Goofy.

[He chuckles, charging up another firey blast, and he raises his hand back.]

Just close your eyes and you'll be with him - real hyuckin' soon!

[And he lets it loose, throwing a point-blank fireball at Goofy. Hades turns away - maybe not because he wants to watch it, but maybe because he sort of agrees with him.

Donald and Goofy are dead.]

[memotome]

[Hades blows off his fingers, disregarding the scene.]

...Okay, kid. C'mon. I'm gonna get that conversation with Edgy McTwilightZone you wanted so badly.

[fantasmick]

...He was right, you know.

[memotome]

[wait hold up]

Uh, excuse me. Wha- did I just hear the words coming out of your mouth in that order?

[fantasmick]

I said - you didn't have to kill either of them for that. This isn't how it's supposed to be. That's...it's not fair.

[memotome]

Okay, look, Cheny.

[He smiles.]

I get it! You're nostalgic. You care about...justice and whatever. You wanna get back at Walt. I get it. I'm the same way with...well, you know. But you know how often I've saved your bacon. Back during the rituals. Back with your ex. Point is, you owe me, and so you decide that when I at the VERGE of creating A WHOLE NEW STINKIN' WORLD, you wanna go and PLAY HERO?!

[GRAAAGHH. He practically explodes, going red with flame.]

Okay. Okay. Cool. Got it. Done. Anger management. Workin on.

[...he points at Tcherno.]

None of this would be happening if it wasn't for Walt. You're gonna go give those dweebs at Dorito's place a piece of your mind about that. Like you've been wanting to, right! C'mon! Put on a happy face, it's your show! It's time!

Oh, and one more thing?

You can be in-character all you want with Mick. But if you fall too hard into the "goody two-shoes part", you're next. Right next to the avian...anthro...whatever down there.

[...and he disappears in a plume of smoke.]

[fantasmick]

...

[He can't decide what to do. What to say. Where to begin, with all of this.

It was never supposed to be this way.

He looks at the condition of Goofy's body, hardly able to process the state of it. Gently, he reaches out and closes his eyes, sighing.]

I'm sorry.

[He puts his brave face on, and he goes to leave.]