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It was a normal sunny day in crossroads, inphernals peacefully coexisting with each other. A radio broadcast rang out, showing the live phight currently going on.
“ANNNNDDD THE RED TEAM WINSSS!!!!!!” shouts Valk, half of The Flipside, the hosts of PHIGHTING. “Sword, Hyperlaser, Subspace, Vinestaff and Boombox win this round!!”
“You’re right about that, Valk, but the blue team was also valiant in their efforts!” replies Dom, the other half of Flipside. “Let's give it up for Rocket, Banhammer, Medkit, Skateboard, and Shuriken!”
The brothers gave a round of applause for both teams, and the intermission starts.
~X~
“Phew!! That was tough today, good job Rocket!!” exclaims Sword, sitting down next to Rocket. The pesky little bird wanted to congratulate his best friend, yet the grumpy shark only grumbled in response.
“Oh shut up…” growled Rocket, who was taking a sip of water. He had gotten used to Swords complements, but that still didn't stop it from making Rocket’s heart flutter. “Youre such a tease!” Rocket playfully swatted at Sword with his claws, Sword grinning and pulling Rocket close teasingly.
“Haha, Make me!” Sword challenges, the small, feathery wings on his head fluttering in playfulness.
“Tch.. you're such a tease…” Rocket growls, a light, barely noticeable blush forming on his cheeks. “But fine, if you're gonna be SOOOOOOOO annoying!” Rocket kisses Sword.
Sword’s eyes widen in surprise, his wings spreading out as Rocket deepens the kiss. “Mrhhm!” Sword breaks the kiss momentarily to catch his breath, shocked and pleasantly surprised at his best friend(?)’s action. “SFOTH damn Rocket! I.. did not expect that!”
“Hah!” snickers Rocket, now pinning down Sword. “Didnt expect that, didya~?” Rocket’s shark tail swishes back and forth with playful amusement, watching Sword squirm beneath him with embarrassment.
“Dude! Someone might catch us!!” Sword says with slight panic, Rocket rolls their eyes.
“Dont worry Sword, no one's gonna catch us!” Rocket said, with full confidence.
“Aint that right, Trigger-happy?” replies Banhammer, warden of the inferno, Son of Windforce–and also Sword’s cousin.
“HEY! We give you all these rooms to have a break, not to make out!” exclaims Valk, walking in with Dom right behind him.
*I'M SO COOKED BRO…* Rocket thought as Sword gets up.
“H-Hey cousins!!” Sword says nervously, walking over to them.
“Hey kid. So, uh, whatcha doing with Mr. Trigger-Happy maniac over here?” asks Banhammer, raising an eyebrow at Sword as he approaches.
“U-uhm.. H-haha! Please don't tell Venomshank!” Sword pleads, not wanting his mentor knowing about this relationship. Sword looks up at the warden, pleadingly, and sighs deeply.
“Fine. Just don't do it in the break rooms again, mkay? Dom n’ Valk aint happy ‘bout it.”
“Like hell we aint!” exclaims Valk, pointing at Rocket accusingly. “What do yu want with our cousin?!” Valk barks demandingly, leading Dom to putting a hand on his shoulder
“Calm down you idiot. Sword’s an adult, he can make his own decisions.” says Dom, who looks up at Rocket. “Just don't do it again…"
Rocket, who looks EXTREMELY EMBARASSED, nods vigorously. “Yes sir! Sorry!” he apologizes profusely, nodding his head while Sword stands sheepishly nearby.
~X~
A FEW MINUTES LATER, DURING THE NEXT PHIGHT…
This time, the red team was Sword, Scythe, Banhammer, Hyperlaser, and Medkit. The blue team was Rocket, Katana, Subspace, Boombox, and Shuriken. The phight was intense, attacks and abilities being thrown left and right.
“HAH, WE’RE GONNA WIN THIS TIME!!!” shouted Rocket, their confidence growing with every point earned. It was as if fate was on their side… for once.
“Wait.. what's that?” said Shuriken, pointing to the rival team’s spawn–a massive, endless hole, looking to have no end in sight, just darkness, had appeared.
“The fuck???” responded Rocket, who had now stopped and looked towards where Shuriken was pointing. The hole was still there, with the other team mysteriously missing…
~X~
This new… world was very, VERY strange. Nothing like the Inpherno. It had beings without horns and tails… and they all had non-grey skin? Weird…
Everyone was just in a phight and now they were… what is this place called anyways? Rocket went up to a random civilian, wanting some answers.
“Excuse me miss,” Rocket asks the girl, looking around 16, “ do you perhaps know what this place is called and what year we’re in?”
The girl responds, her tone one of condescension and sarcasm. “Yer in America, ya idiot. An's 202X, what kinda world ya livin’ in?” She sneers, rolling her eyes at Rocket’s confusion.
Rocket walks back to the group phighters. The group consists of Sword, Rocket, Banhammer, Medkit, Scythe, Hyperlaser, Katana, Shuriken, Boombox, and Subspace. What a.. Fun group of inphernals… this will be a LONG ride...