On the side roads at the moonrise that took its horizon. The two cars met, 9 feet tall as it towered over all the people, their large engines roared as the heat and spark radiated loudly.
The many eager and under-the-moon spectators below the stadium's seats like a valley mountain, began to inhale the large fumes like small clouds of gas formed from the cars. They descended to the rough pebbles surrounded with tiny tufts and fluffed grass without its green even in the morning.
At the same time, the rest that were spectating that weren't near had wide eyes and shut mouths while some even had red on their cheek.
The announcer with his long, 15-meter-like deep voice spoke reluctantly; "Ev- Everyone, I may not be gay, BUTT! We regret to inform you that the game has been canceled... please arrive way back in your cars."
The many who were there. Standing with mixed of either they froze, startled their hearts, or jolted their eyes. Left with disappointment as they slouched their way back with the sign they all clenched: 'CINAIYON TEAM'
They believed that it was all the spectators' fault. If they weren't below then it could've gone smoother than always expected.
A dyed blonde middle-aged 5-foot man with his thin paper-like purple tie watched at the sidelines, slightly startled as he blinked intensely: "So. Uhm... how do we do this, Mr. Cinaiyon?"
One of the people in the teams began to fume like a river flowing through the rocks without its blue color. Then another man with his extremely thin face and body, exhaled deeply as he handed a handkerchief as he straightened his body onward to the 'blonde man':
"Well... if anything. The cars should've been responsible too and the fact that it hasn't started yet. Makes this situation more their fault," It was Mr. Cinaiyon sighed as he rubbed his hair with his rough brick-like hand, down to his short neck: "Call that 'Rowan' guy on my room right now."
"U- uhm sure sir!" As the spectators slowly dispersed and still slouched. The blonde guy dashed and no-clipped through the cars, almost slipping on the side roads.
And all of that, the office room was tidied up with a sweet, floral smell, and organized straight-lined shelves on the left corner were dimly lit as Mr. Cinaiyon paced back and forth steely on the wooden plank floor.
After two nanoseconds the blonde guy arrived back: "Here he is, Sir."
A muscular white-skinned, seven-foot-tall with a red and white striped hardened suit made from steel, leaned in.
Cinaiyon sitting, beckoned his full hand as if his entire body depended on it, then the muscular man followed and towered over him staring cockily into Cinaiyon's eyes then asked: "C`mon! Dude it is nothing big! They can arrange it as always anyway. Right?"
"ROWAN! ARE YOU NUTS FOR BRAINS!?"
"I do like almond nuts. You're a great guesser huh?" Rowan added casually without cracking a smile while flexing his large tanned biceps as if this wouldn't limp and injure his entire career. The blonde guy tried to understand but peered as if he was a swimming bacteria at an ecosystem's tension: "I- I guess, I'll take my leave..."
The blonde guy or 'middle-aged-somehow-handsome-gnome-man' took his place, quickened his pace like he was being chased by a thousand cheetahs at the door, and then left the two of them.
Cinaiyon first broke the silence: "I just said 'You act too cocky'. Not almonds, you idiot!"
"Dude. Just call it a day on what you're pursuin'... besides my career has been a blessing in disguise~ ooh~." Rowan pointed at his face and handled it poorly like a homeless bum.
Cinaiyon moved his head from side to side as Rowan rolled around his eyes fast like a helicopter.
Cinaiyon then responds with a closed hand: "It's not! That! Easy!"
Rowan simply shrugs off, acting confused: "Okay dude."
"That's it, Rowan... You are fired from this job... Your membership? Stripped!" Cinaiyon locked his stare as Rowan was shocked like he was being fired with electric volts, giving him severe burns.
Rowan's soul left, it went downward to hell and then his body turned into a feather scrawny corpse, ready to be eaten by a hundred worms. Then Cinaiyon tapped his fingers at the table: "Seriously. Get your act together now."
He came back to life as he stretched his body, automatically turning back into a muscular man as if he had eaten a 10-ton dinosaur. He stared back into Cinaiyon. 'This can't be real,' He thought.
After all of that; Rowan saw two big piles of earth that collided, such a big catastrophe as the stars above him levitated back into space. Cinaiyon then inhaled deeply as he continued: "Now, get off the hook because you won't be needed here-."
The wind whipped at everyone's faces and pulled them into black holes as a super-paled woman with an extremely hardened jawline that resembled a comfortable biker seat pushed open the rigid wooden door that had a glass on her eye level.
Rowan began to be oily, and the heat of his body turned into a boiled oil... Ready to cook scrambled eggs on his skin. (What was I on? On making this?)
She swayed that thick buns and spoke: "So... who wants a sandwich!?"
That thick radiating power plant sandwich buns on a cleaned brown glass plate reflected the dimly lit.
"Me! I need some right now." Cinaiyon spoke first and waved his hand.
"Ha! You readers thought it was her hips! It was just her sandwich~." Rowan shouted with curved lips as his sweat became dried from being boiled with eggs. Cinaiyon tilted his head: "Rowan, who are you talking to? Are you on crack, right now?"
"Nothing," he replied quickly then crossed his arms, "Like... really."
"Whatever... Just don't go on with your weirdness. The meeting is over and never return here. PLUS don't slack to leave immediately." Cinaiyon waved with his palm facing down to hurl out of his room.
"Ok... chill." Rowan loomed and stomped his feet, ready to leave but paused and pointed at the woman blinking tiredly.
He clicked his tongue and then asked: "BUT WAIT. Hey... one question?" as she flinched and straightened her back quickly: "Uhm... what is it?"
Meanwhile, Cinaiyon devoured the chemically dangerous sandwich very greedily, like drinking black beer as he continued to observe them while having nuclear radiation in his body. Rowan replied as he stood upright: "Well... uh... uhm. It's a great night today. What is your name lady?~."
"U- uhm. My name is 'Blue Balls', Mr. Muscle Man."
"Pa- pardon? Nevermind... Interesting." Rowan's serene composure is ready to shatter in laughter. As Cinaiyon spoke, barely keeping his composure to Rowan: "Is that seriously all? I have a schedule you know? So don't be wasting my time."
"I swear... stop being cold" Rowan responded as he reluctantly ascended his hand trying to scratch his yellow triangular chin.
"Then stop being too emotional."
"C'mon seriously? You have always been bending my shape to be 'on the car' even though I am already being 'on the car'." He rubbed his face without glancing at Cinaiyon.
"Because you are a beginner? Duh~." Cinaiyon is still sitting as he listlessly rotates the black swiveling chair and taps his fingers slowly at the arm support: "So... are you not gonna leave now?"
After all of that. Rowan then took his leave as he stomped his own feet hard, feeling too loath to be forbidden by his team.
He began to assemble his thoughts again down to the emotions. He walked around to find the 'blonde guy'.
Rowan walked to the room of 'Greatness'. There are many great statues of their status and titles as the larger or more the golden silked trophies are, the greater their legacy is. Some of these names have taken downfall, some don't or maintained.
The creaked floors above these fake smooth yet clean floors continued to tap loudly the more he walked.
After 3 minutes of searching in the room. Rowan's eyes beamed the entire universal cataclysm, felt elated, and jumped six times as he encountered the 'blond dyed short guy' again: "Hey! Fletcher!"
The blonde guy replied, quivering slightly: "Ye- yes sir?"
"C`mon~. Don't get some of the ice to tremble you. Wanna help out with my item and bags?"
"I m- mean. Sure! And I'm all h- heat as always sir." Fletcher tried to soothe out. Yet his heart still pulsed loudly that it could cause heat death of the galaxy, where an entire spacecraft could hear.
Meanwhile. Above the skies was a silver-coned spacecraft orbiting the Earth with minuscule stars that followed too. Its hypersensitive holographic sensors ran through millions of scans a minute, at a distance of a hundred miles and began forecasting a quick response that flickered red;
ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!
Inside were five people, in bulky and white streamlined suits with padded earphones looking at the Earth's display.
Astronaut One, with his 9-metered ears, listened intently to the pulse: "Guys! F##k! IT'S A BIG ONE TODAY!"
Astronaut Two strolled into her seat and perused the situation as she touched her glasses wildly: "What the... A GAMMA-RAY BURST INCOMING!?"
Astronaut Three took a sip of his tea as he stood and leaned in with his white sea lion with big dots that had a tag, MARCH 2019. DELIVERED FROM ANTARCTICA. as he spoke: "I think it's time..."
The white seal overlooked: "Are we sure about this, Master?"
On the corner, a six-hundred-keyed grand piano replied with a drawn curved smile around its black and white notes. As the keys that allowed to speak: "Yes. Don't worry too much seal-chan~."
Astronaut Two patted the Seal's head gently with her chicken-skinned feathers, allowing the seal to be lured and distracted: "It might be the time... TO CALL THE ALIENS!!!"
"Agh~ yes Mommy- I mean... yes," Astronaut One moaned impulsively, then snapped back from his daydreams of being loved by a thousand mommies with a big knocking muscular chest that could win on Bodybuilding competitions.
A small hole that could fit a head, its gravity as strong as a typhoon, floats at Astronaut One as he then puts his hand inside.
He picked up an ancient Chinese phone out of a hard push from using his black portal:
Seven thousand years ago. A church carried six pillars at the corners, where a wedding ceremony was happening in the morning. Vineyard nestled in the rolling hills with ancient oak trees.
A man with a collar golden suit with a hundred rings that spelled 'Wizard Master' spoke: "Hey, Dick Long! DID YOU STEAL MY PRECIOUS PHONE AGAIN? YOU KNOW I HAVE TO USE IT FOR OUR CLIENTS!?"
Dick Long walked silently with pristine eggs on his foot that he stumbled upon earlier, feeling stiff as he then replied: "No? It's very thin anyway so it must've become a sandpaper now HAHA, besides the 'Wedding Ceremony' is happening by 4 pm."
"THAT IS EVEN WORSE! IT'S THREE PM CURRENTLY! AND IT WOULD BE THUNDER IF I DIDN'T DO THIS RIGHT!"
Back to Astronaut One; the phone whacked it around his ears, trying to make a signal: "Is this the Alien Department or something?"
"卄ㄖ山 爪卂几ㄚ 乃卂ㄥㄥ丂 ᗪㄖ乇丂 丨ㄒ ㄒ卂Ҝ乇 ㄒㄖ 匚尺ㄩ丂卄 卂几ㄖㄒ卄乇尺? (Yes, what? This is the Clacynix planet, where aliens live)." An ominous yet charming voice behind the call. As he anticipates the next spat of Astronaut One.
"Uh, ok. Please... There is a Gamma Radiation Burst incoming. Could you please come quickly? REALLY PLEASE!" One screamed and bowed his head, hoping that they could approach.
"山乇 卂尺乇 Ꮆㄖ几几卂 卄乇ㄥ卩. (Oh... you penny bozo. We are NOT gonna be helping)" The alien darted with a tease. One retorted, trying to stop his ridicule; "I am not paying pennies. I am paying tress, I know trees don't exist there~."
"爪乇 山卄乇几 I Ꮆ乇ㄒ 尺乇卂ㄥ!!! (Ho- how? Fine, Alien Forces approaching at Earth 'Uni-190'. ETA; 0.9 milliseconds)" the alien arched his back and then hanged the call, as he accentuated the others.
Its landscape is so dark, alluring, and empty at all black without its rising bright sun. This is the Clacynix planet
The only thing like commodities that existed, was a large rook-bricked base, long and hardened. Inside, there were only existing 3 "interesting people" with holographic and advanced technologies.
With large wired cabinets inside, were ten old monitors but its hardware is peak. Its small bulb upward to the monitor lights up every 5 moments, which means that it has gained another information about the 'Universe'.
These "people" have their humanistic features but when they unfold their skin, they become 10-foot, six-tentacled wings that allow them to fly with seven eyes on each tentacle, and brown skin like used dirt. Such creatures.
An alien after he finished his call, waved at his employees above the stairs; "山卄卂ㄒ ᗪㄖ乇丂 丨ㄒ 爪乇卂几 ㄒㄖ 乃乇 卂 匚ㄖㄖㄥ 卂丂丂 卂ㄥ丨乇几! (Hey guys! A new deranged client called in! Expected some lil' help.)"
"丂ㄖㄖ几 丂ㄩ几 丂ㄩ几 丂ㄩ几! (NOT NOW JOKQUE! YOU SEE, I AM HARNESSING OUR NEW POWER SOURCE HERE!)" The alien one sulked and wagged his entire tentacles, carrying a holographic to harness the bright small sun.
"ㄥ丨Ꮆ爪卂!!! (Speak of that small sun of yours lil' Yoikni~, a Gamma-Ray Burst is happening, might be a cool new weapon to use?)" Jokque quickly stumbled below the base and pointed to Yoikni.
"山卄ㄖ 丨丂 ㄒ卄丨丂? 卂尺乇 ㄚㄖㄩ 卂ㄥ丨乇几? (Are you sure that is the case, Jokque? Last time we got pranked by 'Uni-81'... with a 'Levitating Pizza Monster' because it was from the teens' o- or something.)" A timid alien using his little form of human disguise. Its silky golden hair with slightly grey skin made him dry and old yet young.
"卄乇ㄥㄥㄖ! 丨 卂爪 ﾌ卂爪乇丂几ㄚㄥㄖ几, 卂几ᗪ ㄒ卄丨丂 丨丂 爪ㄚ 千丨尺丂ㄒ 乇ᐯ乇尺 山乇乃几ㄖᐯ乇ㄥ. (Yes! Like freaking YES! We don't need to recoil that part Fotiq... but I think it's a big puffin' treasure.)" Jokque zipped onto Fotiq and closely put his face as he winked at him;
"卄ㄖ山 ㄒㄖ 乃乇 卂几 卂ㄥ丨乇几 (So guys... you all joinin' and take a risk or be in this tower with the bays?)"
Yoikni finished up, still slumped after the pure extreme energy of the sun.
He used his 'Human form' to sneer at Jokque. Its slightly brown-skinned and thin nose with a cut eyebrow made Yoikni aggressively masculine yet fit, and sharp as he ended up looking like a Mexican knock-off; "This is how "Humans" speak right... Always the English?"
"Yes. This is just a low-hanging fruit problem you just accomplished. The real one is that weapon hehe~" Jokque wagged his hands, still holding to Fotiq; "Well... I better transform now."
"Make it nice at least. I did my work," Yoikni responded with a deep sigh.
Jokque then stumbled slightly as he stopped from holding to Fotiq which contains a slight tremble; "Yeah- yeah. Just have your little 'Me-time' after this... I don't want to have peace of mind, thinking of all of you my employees~."
After all of that. They immediately flew to the cross of the universe using their tentacle feathers that achieved its light speed, where the infinite vastness of darkness could be traveled across, so dark and scary. Fotiq asked; "Sir! Are we gonna be late before we reach the Gamma Ray Burst?"
Whilst Yoikni listened intently to Fotiq, Jokque turned his head; "Well... try to calculate it... How many intervals are estimated at 0.9 milliseconds going to 'Uni-190', the way we took the conversation on 20 minutes?"
Yoikni jittered while flying and baffled up; "Wait... Don't tell me you gave a client an estimate."
"I did hehe... so Fotiq, what is then?" Jokque asked as he zoomed through the two of them, with prying eyes expecting Fotiq's answer.
"Well... since we are the moving observers, our tentacle speed could cross another universe without any problem. This means the conversation of 20 minutes by the estimated number of 0.9 seconds to 40 more universes before achieving there-" Fotiq paused for a moment and then deflated his winged tentacles to get an altitude.
Jokque held on to Fotiq's tentacles and then twitched his entire body to stop Fotiq's wobble; "Woah woah! You okay Fotiq?"
"Yeah, the asteroid dust is just on the way...
Anyway, what I was saying is that we are flying to 40 universes to get in."
"Yes. Continue~."
"Right now we are at 20 universes. The number of intervals getting there is a Million and three. Meaning: your estimate was correct sir, exactly zero point nine milliseconds arriving there."
"Exactly right! My little timid tentacle~."
Back on Earth, Rowan finished managing the bags with the help of Fletcher.
"Well, it seems my sore sight bags are now arranged! Thanks, Fletcher!" Rowan hunched his bag, ready to leave with a curl on his lips. Fletcher responded but his heart still won't soothe: "Hey Rowan... could you help me out?"
"Yeah? Any problems?" Rowan raised his eyebrows and stared at Fletcher.
"So uh- uhm, I think my 'star allergy' started again... I might cause another explosion." He uncrossed his arms, trying to take a jab from Rowan, "You serious?"
"Y- yes. I need a strong straight attempt to the heart. Your punch is probably enough to stop the allergy."
"Well... Say less," Rowan replied, and as he unleashed a single punch, every muscle in his body extended forward, the force reverberating through his chest with one hit; "You okay now?"
"AGH! Yeah that hurts but it did stop my burst. Thanks."
To the spacecraft again, more than above the Earth this time and trying to leave, the aliens arrived inside with all of them shot a glare that said 'Explain this'.
Astronaut Two fidgeted as her chicken-feathered hands began to fall off; "Gu- guys. They are freaking here!"
"So~ oh yeah! My name is Jokque, the leading team. So?" He wagged his body from side to side. While Fotiq wobbled as he veered directly to a glass table then everyone took notice: "I'm sorry everyone. I am inexperienced with this Human form..."
"It's okay. The name is Pasuly." Astronaut Three, with his soothed voice yet eager inside, approached his introduction.
"Damn, Pasuly why would you introduce yourself so suddenly!!! Whatever... the name is Johunas." Astronaut One sighed but despised the feeling of doubt and moved rearward. Astronaut Two then grimaced her tone and poked out of her loom; "The name is Beilouwer."
"And my name is Sealer."
"Huh... quite an adorable seal~. Must be a chip inside huh." Jokque was astounded, his palms extended out but buckled and never took a slight touch. His urge taunted him to think of caressing Sealer.
"Yeah. 'Nueralank' from the guy himself Yi Long Must." Pasuly prod to allure the situation but Aliens ascended their hands to equal to their eye area with clenched fist.
The aliens began to scatter at their distance. Johunas bucked up and convened his surroundings: "Wa- wait! We didn't do anything!"
"Isn't it a disclosed rule on the banner? That we could jump our clients without any restrain? Hehe~." Jokque teased slightly to their converse and he strolled, ready to limp every single one of the astronauts' bones.
"Wa- wait! That is illegal and w- why?" Beilouwer tried to be tender but the only tender was her chicken meat. Pasuly still cooled to his head and then gestured his open palm, side to side for Sealer to move back.
"I- it seems they didn't read the rule, sir." Fotiq tried to soar with his tentacles but he wanted something to absorb. He readied his hands that is trembling, as he inhaled deeply. Yoikni took notice of his trampling; "丂丨Ꮆ爪丂 乃卂ㄥㄥ丂. (Don't worry Fotiq, just follow my guide okay?)"
"So uh... Johunas, are you gonna bring back that Chinese Phone?" Pasuly pushed his lips to take a contract notice of Johunas; "Are you sure to be worrying about THAT NOW!? These Chinese could suck my long piece of 'Wonton' noodle!"
"D- damn. Don't be that harsh lil' astronaut!" Jokque guffawed as Yoikni continued his alien whisper to Fotiq: "ㄥ丨Ꮆ爪卂 卂 卂 ㄥ丨Ꮆ爪卂 卂 卂 卂丨ㄥㄖ卂丨ㄥㄖ (Hey, I know you're too inexperienced to fight but could you tell me what's your dominant hand?)"
"ㄩ卄爪卂 ㄩ卄丨爪卂 (Uh- uhm why sir?)"
"卂Ꮆ丨卂Ꮆ丨 ﾌㄥ卂丨丂 (Seriously, don't cower and pursue my command.)"
"山尺丨ㄒ卄Ꮆㄒ尺乇ㄒ (Right sir! Right!)"
"卄卂丨卩卂卄丨卩 ㄥㄖㄥㄖㄥ卂. (From now on, that would be your jab. Follow your jab forward from your legs on a long stance, to turn on a pivoting power from the hips without the need for tentacles.)"
"ᗪ丨丂千ㄩㄥㄥ乇几尺ㄒᗪ丂Ҝ几卂 (Ye- yes great legion master!)"
"Ꮆ尺乇丂卂ㄒ ㄥ卂Ꮆ乇丨ㄖ几 (GREAT EX-LEGION MASTER! Don't try to call me that!)"
They stopped whispering and Johunas bit up his mouth with a grin: "So. It's this way huh? F##k it, we ball."
The piano that was still on the corner began to play its ivory keys with each note hitting their adrenaline to spike. The explosion in the room began.
Johunas went toe to toe with Yoikni. Yoikni lowered and crouched, then continued with an uppercut and Johunas jumped to dodge but convened his stamina in return.
"Frick, I might get an injury here from doing that-" Johunas muttered but stopped as the uppercut directly harmed his shin. "AGH!"
"Well, injured now." spoken esteemed and simpered. Jokque tiptoed and spun like a ballerina fighting against Beilouwer and Sealer, "Hey hey~ so weak!"
Pasuly tried to roam to Sealer but got intervened; "MY SEALER! Don't even try to FIGHT! PLEASE!"
"Don't worry master. I can do this!"
Jokque bent his left jab up to Sealer's open area; "Oops~"
As he is about to take his direct shot, his eyes widen as Beilouwer's wings zipped his jab to the ground, and then took curtsies, slightly respecting with a curling soft lip; "Oh my! What strong wings you have~."
"Thanks!"
Pasuly tried to plunge into Jokque but Fotiq mimicked his way and then eyes sharpened to Yoikni; "丂卂丨ㄖ尺丂卂丨尺 (What now sir?)"
Yoikni dodged and took its fell from Johunas's faltered hits like a dove; "ᗪㄖ卂Ҝᗪ乃ﾌ千乃山乇ﾌ千乃 (Well... pivot your hips and jab directly to the gut.)"
"Understood!"
Fotiq took a steady dash from the gut with full force but Pasuly blocked with his open palms yet it took him a hurt that massaged its muscles to the extent of cramping, ready to give out; "What the heck. This alien is wack."
Pasuly grappled Fotiq but he slid without control and got an immediate grapple from the head. Yoikni then shouted as if his life depended on it; "THROW HIM OUT OF YOUR WAY! NOW!!!"
"Agh!" Pasuly was thrown like a ragdoll as he hit the ground with his chest being first.
As Yoikni peeked to Fotiq without fixating on his forwarding opponent, Johunas. He then shifted his focus and surveyed a plan with a mutter; "Oh no, he is not ready for what I think he might need to discern this upcoming blows. Maybe just me I guess."
Johunas then slightly contended, as he used his portal ability; "Long range might work... A hunting assault rifle."
The portal soon released a loaded magged gun, a long and powerful metallic tube painted green with its short sight yet long zooms like a telescope. Perplexed Yoikni took a grip of his both hands; "Huh!? This is getting interesting..."
Yoikni began using the tentacles at the back of his body to fly and began to slightly ponder what would happen next.
After that, he grabbed the rifle and began in repeating vertical circles to unfold its tube that carried the bones of the rifle at strong force. Johunas reacted with an open fist, trying to fend him off; "What the... DAMN! This is the aliens huh?" he muttered.