It
was 5:35 AM: The dreary clouds of dawn were beginning to fall under
the orange soaked sky. The wind was blowing at a slow but steady pace
northeast: an Orangutan sits on the chair in the fruit bar and looks
solemnly around the place. There are cornucopias full of fruit, and
bins full of squash for cooking, and cucumbers for pickling. Then
suddenly from the door behind the counter a wolf appeared. “What
do you want?” said the wolf in an exasperated tone. “Bananas,
and carrot juice.” The wolf sneered and went back to the
juicer. He grabbed four carrots and then promptly pulled down the
lever; crushing them into the cup. He then grabbed five bananas, and
one for himself.
The
Orangutan drinks
the carrot juice in a sip or two and then gets to work on the
bananas. The orangutan has eaten bananas so long he can peel them
with muscle memory. He turns the banana to the bottom; opposite to
the stem and pinches and pulls. This instantly removes the brown
part, and also makes the peel fall down. The bananas were exquisite,
they were at the point the ripeness converted most of the starch to
sugar, But they still stayed together. While the Orangutan is on his
third banana. He can hear the door behind him open, and then SLAM!
The
orangutan turns around to look but can’t see, because the back
area is dark compared to the area he was looking at, so everything
blurs. He gives up on seeing who entered and starts on his fourth
banana. Around half way through the 4th banana hears multiple
footsteps and the click of a hammer. But before he can turn around he
can feel a barrel on his head. “Not so fast!” The
orangutan turns to look the threat in the face, and sees a large
chicken. The chicken has a stocky build; with various scars on his
beak from most likely a long life of crime. Orangutan quips “
why should I be so afraid of a chicken?” This enrages the
chicken and the chicken fires a shot that knocks the banana out of
the orangutan's hand.
Orangutan,
now
upset, turns back around, and asks ” Bartender, can I have
another banana?” The chicken, upset that he is being ignored;
moves to the orangutan's right side. “You think this is funny?”
the chicken barks at him. Orangutan swiftly pulls out of his holster
the 5th banana and places it on the counter with a “Boom!”
The orangutan then says with an ice cold expression “ you have
three seconds to leave, or else you will be roasted chicken.”
The chicken responds with a laugh “Hahahaha.” Starting
the orangutans count. “Three” The chicken keeps laughing
“two” Responds orangutan more harshly, to repeated
laughing “one!” The orangutan twists to the right with a
banana in hand hitting the chicken in the beak with such force that
the front chips off. The chicken cries out in pain “AOOOWW”
and falters on to his left knee.
In
a life or death
effort to recalibrate himself; the chicken stands back up with all of
his might, and aims back at the Orangutan only to get a chuckle from
the orangutan “They never learn.” The Orangutan presses
on the inward curve of the banana and elicits a “BANG!”
In a split second; The banana peels open counter clockwise on all
sides, and a bullet is released. It hits the chicken center mass and
causes the chicken to fly backwards in a ball of feathers. The
chicken lands in a fireplace; designed to keep guests warm on cold
nights, and promptly starts roasting. This commotion prompts the
barkeeper to peek above the counter, And once the barkeeper has seen
what has happened; he screams “FREE CHICKEN”. The
orangutan, not wanting to have to go through all the paperwork,
leaves into the sunrise; the time now being 6:30.
The
time now being 12:00 PM in the town called Town. The Mayor, Mouse
Steven, and his advisor; Advisor Roach, are having a discourse. Mouse
Steven is a small mouse by today's standards, around three feet tall,
having to look up at advisor roach; who is three foot five inches
tall. The discussion starts promptly. “That dang there Goblin
Joe speared our best sheriff yet – sheriff Barnaby, then ran!
What should we do? '' Mayor Mouse says with an upset expression, “we
can't keep appointing sheriffs if they just keep dying!”
Advisor Roach tries to comfort the Mayor with some words of wisdom “
Birds of the same feather get roasted together, we must hire someone
who is unique and is ready for the job.” “You are right,
where will we find him?” responds mayor mouse who gets his
question answered quickly “ Look to the sun, because those of
action follow it” Mayor mouse turns to the sun and squints. Out
in the distance he sees a large lumbering figure which is being
distorted from the heat. The mouse excitedly replies “ This is
why I hired you advisor!”
The
Orangutan has been lumbering through the desert since 6:30, so he was
parched by the time he arrived at the nearest town. He was still
ather far from the town, and he had the sun drooling down his back.
So he picked up his pace and started jogging. He could feel the sand
between his toes like molten metal. Around a minute later Orangutan
arrived at the town and set out to find water. Thinking about where
he would want to be that had some thoughts beamed to his brain like a
laser. “I need to go to the fruit bar!” Orangutan tried
to turn to the left to look for it but he was called out from the
town hall: “Hey you there!” Orangutan replied back with a
“what do you want?” The unknown voices starkly replied
“for you to be sheriff!” Orangutan was disgusted by this;
seeing as he doesn't like people, so he replies “No!”
then swiftly leaves.
Orangutan
looks throughout the town to find the fruit bar and eventually comes
back to where he was when he was just yelled at, and realizes the
fruit bar was right beside the entrance that he was just at.
Orangutan enters the building, and immediately realizes it is a lot
more lively than the one he was at earlier. People are singing and
dancing; fruits are being thrown around, even tomatoes. It was
relatively packed, but the Orangutan saw one more available chair at
the counter. He quickly lumbered to it only for it to be taken by a
small chimpanzee, Orangutan could feel his anger bubbling like it was
about to boil out of his head, so he asked for the chair nicely “Can
I please have the chair, my back hurts.” The chimpanzee
responded with a strict “no” . Orangutan now was very
upset and wanted to hurt the chimpanzee, so Orangutan charged
Chimpanzee. Sadly for Orangutan, he didn't realize that there was a
banana peel in front of him, so he ends up slipping, and then his
vision goes black.
When
Orangutan woke up he woke up in a strange place– Strange
because he didn’t know why he was there or where he was. Slowly
losing his grogginess from just waking up. Orangutan gets up and
looks out the window. Outside the window he can see the fruit bar and
realizes that he is currently in the town hall. He tries to walk out
of the room he is in but he hears a voice from behind him; the same
one that was calling to him earlier from the same building. “Not
so fast. If you leave this room you will be locked up in jail for
attempting to injure the deputy.” “Well what are you
proposing to me?” the mouse responds after with sureness in his
voice. “I need you to be sheriff” Orangutan: faced
with long term imprisonment or the choice to be the one who has the
power to imprison people; picks the obvious choice. “Fine; I
guess I'll be sheriff, how long will I have to be sheriff for?”
The mouse responded “1 year”. This was a major span of
time for Sheriff orangutan, as he was getting high up in age. But it
seemed much less boring than prison so he agreed “I agree”
“Well
that is
nice to hear! We already have your first job you have to do: dealing
with all the goblins.” Orangutan was surprised by this. “WHAT?
I THOUGHT GOBLINS WERE ERADICATED DECADES AGO!” “ well we
still have goblins around here; this isn't the east y’know”
the mouse continued “ We have in this area around five goblins:
the quad goblins, and uh, Goblin Joe” Just the
annunciation of Goblin Joe made the mouse nervous, as if Goblin Joe
was judging him as he said it. This caused the sheriff to feel
discomfort, because he was soon going to have to deal with this
so-called Goblin Joe. The mouse continued “ The quad goblins
are the less fearsome, they are all relatively scrawny but can, and
will take you out if they all team up on you, because their power is
in quantity” “But Goblin Joe is different; one of
his legs are as large as the quad goblins are combined, and he
carries a trident that is larger than you, despite him being half
your size” The mouse finished up his long and arduous
explanation with a warning “ Goblin Joe is
extremely
dangerous. He has perfect eyesight and can jump a mile with a single
stride; meaning he can lock on to you and spear you before you can
even react, but even if you can sneak up on him; his speed is
unparalleled by anyone in the west. Before you could have your sights
on him at 40 yards away, he would already have reached you three
times over.”
Orangutan
was not
afraid of the quad goblins, but Joe would be a problem. While Sheriff
Orangutan had one of the fastest draws in the west, he was unsure if
it would match Goblin Joe's Jaw-Dropping speed; Afterall, Joe moved
like light did; at imperceptible speeds.. The Orangutan sighs then
asks a question “Do you have any leads?” “Well as a
matter of fact I do! The Quad-Goblins are currently holding 5 people
ransom at the bank, and deputy Chimp-Chimp is having trouble
controlling the situation” The Sheriff then laughed, and said “
I can fix that issue, I’ll just need one thing mouse; A banana” The
mouse laughed, and then said “call me Mayor Mouse; I’ll
issue you a banana and a revolver” The mayor handed the
orangutan a holster with room for a banana, and a revolver; then gave
him a cowboy hat with a shiny star on the front of it.
Once
the orangutan left the town hall, he pulled the revolver out of his
holster, and dropped it onto the ground. The shine from it emanated
into his eyes, and hurt them. He then grabbed the banana, and put it
into the holster. Sheriff Orangutan heard screams coming from his
left, so he turned to see if it was from the goblins; which it was,
so he followed the sound. The situation once Orangutan sheriff made
it there was developing into a logistical nightmare: The Goblins had
hold of the bank tellers – which were snakes, and were ready to
maul them. Chimp-Chimp did what he could in regards to controlling
the situation. But overtime the chance of having casualties
increased. The four Goblins each were in the same position for
efficiency: Hands on the ridge of the snake's head, and their feet
planted into the back; pressing against the scales.
The
townspeople were
keeping their distance from the four; a distance of around 16 feet on
all sides, except the front where there was 10 feet. Orangutan was
unsure of what the four goblins wanted, because they never said
anything, or made any attempt at communication; only gleefully
laughing like a cat playing with its food. Orangutan walked up to
Chimp-Chimp, and told him what someone like the deputy would not want
to hear “You know some of the hostages will probably die
right?” Chimp-Chimp responded with a face flushed of blood;
Chimp-Chimp was a kind man, not due to religion but rather the simple
fact that he felt good helping people, and hearing the facts from
someone lacking that same principle bewildered him; but also grounded
him into the real world.
Chimp-Chimp
retrospectively ascertained what had happened over the course of the
last 6 hours, and realized he could have stopped them then; but his
principles made him selfish, and overall now raised the danger for
everyone. Ironically Orangutan, while lacking empathy, was a better
man for the job; solely, because he lacked it in the first place.
Orangutan; in his head made a plan. One that if spoken would make
people; especially Chimp-Chimp, distraught. He imagined from a top
down view: the one closest to him was surely dead because of the fact
they formed an arrow shape toward him, so his best action would be to
take out the goblins in the back first. Then when the goblins in the
front dispose of their hostages. Have chimp-Chimp take the one on the
right, and himself take the one on the left. This if done optimally
would lead to no casualties, and two injured. Orangutan knew this
wouldn’t work for the deputy, as the deputy was looking for the
best outcome; no suffering for the snakes, which did not exist.
Orangutan,
knowing
this; quickly said “On the signal aim for the one closest to
you” Chimp-Chimp nodded after a second, still delayed due to
internal troubles. Orangutan then unholstered his banana in a split
second. It was perfectly ripe, not even having any spots. He aimed at
the one he had the clearest shot of: The one on the left, And it
landed. Causing the little creature to implode into a shower of
goblins. Right as the remaining goblins; who had fast reaction times
processed what occurred. The banana was already centered on its next
target; the one to the right of the previous. The last thing goblin
number two would see was monotone yellow followed by a blast: within
hundreths of a second the second shot arrived at its destination, who
knew a fruit so healthy could be so dangerous?
It
sent the second
goblin flying away, spinning counter clockwise into the bank window,
breaking the shutters. At this moment, the goblins knew their
situation was more dire than what they would’ve thought;
usually this always worked as a way to get food, but now this orange
thing was killing their brothers! The goblin beside the one furthest
to the right, snarled “AHHHGGHGHGHESHED” then went in for
a bite. Orangutan turned right to see chimp-chimp frozen and
instantly thought “why are nice men picked for the law, but not
good men?” Chimp-Chimp missed his mark, and it was too late.
The first bite was taken by the one who snarled, going for the
snake's artery.
Hostage
three was
lost at this point, and the last hostage remaining lost his chance
right after, a second behind the first. Chimp-Chimp had failed
Orangutan, and Orangutan now in the split second made a decision that
he didn’t want to make; for the bystanders sake at least. Both
of the goblins were on the faces of the respective hostages, trying
to inflict damage, and they both lined up: able to be taken out in
one banana pull. This provided the problem though of the hostages
being there too, and the moral quandary of hurting a civilian; that
while already lost, was still a civilian. Orangutan decided though
rather quickly, because after all what will a bit of liquid snake do
to a person? He lined up the banana; and pulled, BANG! The projectile
whizzed through the air akin to a bee, the connotation being much
much more severe though; at least for the recipient.
It
hit the Goblin at
the front and acted like a singularity. Pulling everything with it
with utmost power. The last moments of the first snake were probably
the best it could get in regards to the situation. The shock, and
confusion of the moment would serve to be a surprise effectively
making it painless. When the projectile exited. It carried with it a
ball of snake, and goblin around one foot in diameter. By the time
the 2nd goblin turned to look it was too late. The same thing
occurred again but since the projectile was widened from hitting
bone. It took more of each with it. Ultimately it splattered, over
the spectators closest to the bank on the right, and a portion of the
bank. It was a truly visceral experience; granted one was there to
see it; even more be in the range of the amalgamated beings of the
snakes and goblins.
The
spectators stood quieter than the wind, which at the time was barely
moving, and the Orangutan ate the banana he just used to commit what
many people would call an atrocity, because he wanted to leave before
people got mad at him, and formed a mob: Orangutan spirited away.
While Orangutan was running, he tripped, hitting the warm ground; he
then got up as everyone laughed at him, then dusted off his fur, and
ran.
Later
in the day after Orangutan hid for a while; Orangutan had seen
people get mad, and join into a mob before, and he didn’t want
that. He went to the fruit bar, and when he went into the building.
He saw Chimp-Chimp sitting on a stool, and there was room beside him,
so Orangutan sat down. There was a lot of noise coming from all of
the people enjoying their time. Chimp-Chimp turned to Orangutan, and
sighed. Chimp-Chimp then said in a sad tone, “I know what you
did seemed wrong at the time, but I have done some thinking. I now
know this was all my fault: I could have saved them!” A tear
went down Chimp-Chimps cheek “ I won't make the same mistake
again: I promise” Orangutan turned to look at Chimp-Chimp, and
offered his thoughts “ even the best people can fail: A man
following the sun can walk faster than it, and walk into the night. I
believe next time you will make the correct decision.”
Suddenly
the door
behind him opened. Someone came in, and yelled something, but
Orangutan couldn’t hear what the person said. It is now
unnaturally quiet; so much so the Orangutan could hear himself blink.
Orangutan was confused, and thought to himself. “Why is it so
quiet?” He swiveled around, and saw everyone looking at
someone; he saw the mayor. The mayor cried out what he said again;
words nobody from this town would want to hear. “Goblin Joe is
on his way! He heard what happened to the other goblins!” The
mouse cried this out, and everyone seemed to be repulsed yet again by
the sound of Goblin Joe's name; almost to the point of being pushed
backwards. The mouse cried out “Sheriff: You must stop this
creature!” The Orangutan responded with the obvious question “
How do you know?” The mayor blurted out again. “Our
neighboring town saw him: AN HOUR AGO!” The neighboring town
was 50 miles away and goblin joe could soar 40 miles per hour –
Accounting for this Goblin joe was very near. Orangutan then said one
thing, and one thing only “Bartender: I need a banana”
Chimp-chimp
and orangutan got up from their seats; they then checked their
weapons to make sure they were ready for the fight that would occur.
Chimp-Chimps was old, but reliable, and Orangutan’s was
perfectly ripe– not a single speck.
They
left the fruit
bar and entered the town square at 6:29 AM; Just at sunrise.
Chimp-Chimp said calmly “What a perfect time to fight: I won't
fail you this time!” Orangutan nodded back. They walked in
unison to the town square, and looked around: they saw nothing. Then
suddenly from behind them they heard a thud in the distance; They
turned to look, and saw nothing. Chimp-Chimp screamed “UP!”
suddenly, and within the time it would take to blink: Goblin Joe
landed at terminal velocity on top of Chimp-Chimp, with his trident
pointed down. The physics were quick and immense; The trident hit
chimp-chimp, and its weight of 1000 pounds crushed Chimp-Chimp like a
hydraulic press.
The
mess covered
Orangutans left side from head to toe; His hat was stained, and bits
of high speed bone ripped over his face like a tiger's claws. The
speed of the event proved slow for Orangutan, Time froze around him
as the trident lit up slightly; it mesmerized Orangutan; who could
still move at full speed in the warped time. Orangutan turned and
aimed at Joe, with the face of death in his eyes. He pulled the
trigger, and the bullet moved slowly? Orangutan responded like anyone
else would “Woah!” Goblin Joe turned to face Orangutan
just like Orangutan did; they both had the same stares, both of
infinite ambition, and the same goal; only victims of circumstance.
Goblin Joe responded by pulling his trident up from what remained of
Chimp-Chimp, to his side. He grabbed the trident with his other arm,
and gripped tightly.
The
tridents blue was lost, and time sped up again, but something was
different; Orangutan could sense the smallest movements, like time
was still slowed; he still thought in slow motion. Goblin Joe flew
towards him, and Orangutan side stepped. The speed from the lunge
made what remained of Chimp-Chimp splatter over Goblin Joe; Blinding
him. He jumped away, and tried to rub the blood out of his eyes, but
Orangutan sprinted after him with bizarre speed. By the time Goblin
Joe heard the thumping of the Orangutan he was in trouble. An
uppercut from Orangutan soared through the air, and landed; There was
no thump or feeling of hitting goblin Joe, Goblin Joe only followed
with it like he was weightless. Goblin Joe Flew Back into the clouds,
and landed thousands of feet away. Surprised by the encounter, Goblin
Joe ran like the wind in the other direction.
The
force of The blow had knocked the trident out of the goblins hands,
and displaced the ground all around Orangutan, Shattering it like
glass. Orangutan then picked up the trident, and his hands were
engulfed in blue flame, like it was both coming from he trident, and
his hand at the same time, He was getting enchanted by this weapon's
power, whether he liked it or not. Enraged. Orangutan threw the
trident at full force at goblin Joe who was already miles away,
seconds after it was thrown. It was already 100 feet away from Goblin
Joe, he saw it and performed the best dodge ever seen. He turned
around to face the trident and leaned backwards, like it was a game
of limbo; Once the trident reached him, he was so close to getting
hit that it grazed his nose. Wanting to get away faster; Goblin Joe
grabbed onto the trident, and it pulled him away faster than he could
run.
Once
the sound of fighting was over; the townspeople peeked out of their
respective hiding places. Unsure of what was happening, they watched
and listened intently, even hearing the sound of sand moving due to
wind. One after another the people filtered out of their hiding
places, and went to see what happened. The mayor left first, and
commented on what he saw. “DEAR LORD WHAT HAPPENED!”
Mayor mouse ran over, and swaddled the upper half of Chimp-Chimp,
“What have they done to you my boy?” Mayor Mouse looked
up at Orangutan, and then told him what he wanted Orangutan to do
with cold hateful eyes. “Find Goblin Joe, I want him dead.”
Orangutan
then responded with “I will set out to find him tomorrow; I
picked up his trident, and now I feel weird.” Orangutan then
then went to bed feeling pain in his joints; like they were a banana
being peeled open. He assumed it was just the effect of whatever
happened during the fight: Afterall; hitting someone a fifth of a
mile is no easy task. Orangutan went to his bed in the mayor's
building, and dozed off. The Orangutan awoke in a large room, so
large that it broke his understanding of length. It was a massive
throne room, and the throne was the size of a skyscraper. “Who
could sit in that?” Orangutan thought to himself. He looked
around, and saw even larger statues: The size of mountains. They were
of an Orangutan who looked just like him, and he held the trident
that Goblin Joe held. The orangutans hair was long compared to
Sheriff Orangutans, almost like a robe.
Goblin
Joe woke up in a cold sweat; enhanced by the coldness of being
underground. His home, an abandoned mine had not been so kind when it
came to temperature, but it won in all other things. The security of
it was incredible; it spiraled down for miles before you would reach
the bottom, and any noise from entering down here would be echoed to
Goblin Joe. He had the perfect escape plan also, behind him was a
steep dropoff, and he could drop down and exit through the actual
caves. He knew there was an exit behind him because of how the wind
in the cave blew that way. Goblin Joe was still worried though; he
had just had a nightmare that he would lose his trident, and be
replaced as trident bearer by an Orangutan.
Orangutan
woke up; still tired he did not attempt to open his eyes, rather just
feel what being awake was like. He felt that the blanket he was using
did not cover his feet. Orangutan thought “It must have rolled
upwards while I was sleeping” He opened his eyes to fix it, and
saw something extremely bizarre. “AAAHHH MY LEGS ARE LONGER!
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?” Orangutan looked down, and his legs
were off of the foot of his bed. They used to fit but now they were
two feet past the end of the bed: Orangutan had grown 3 feet taller.
Orangutan grasped the end table in an effort to get up, and the end
table shattered. Orangutan was upset. “Why is this happening to
me?” He then gripped the headboard with a light grip. He then
attempted to pull himself up. He did so effortlessly gripping onto
the right side of his headboard and doing a one handed sideways flag
to stand up. “I kinda like this!” Orangutan said
mischievously. He hit his hands together, and shook the whole
building.
Orangutan
then said “Uh-oh” then looked at his hand like it was the
victim. Mayor mouse showed up, and said “What's happening? Is
Goblin Joe back?” Then the mayor realized he was looking at the
orangutans chest. This was bizarre as his head was at chest level
before, so he must have grown “Woah! What happened?” the
mouse asked. Orangutan embarrassed; responded “ Oh I was
just trying to hit my hands together an-” “No i mean
your height; what did you do?” Orangutan responded with “
I don’t know: But I think the trident did this to me, because
the joint pain is gone. Mouse said with a gleeful voice “This
is great! Now you will have an easier time fighting goblin Joe!”
Orangutan then said proudly “Yes; yes I will.”
Goblin
Joe meditated calmly in his cave to regain his lost strength. His jaw
had been broken, and had to be repaired. He held himself up with one
hand; the one holding on to the bottom of the trident, and he was
meditating like how those fake monks do. Except this was real, and it
worked. Over the past few hours Goblin Joe's broken jaw was mending.
While Goblin Joe's bones were stronger than steel; this Orangutan
still shattered them. With the mending brought extreme pain; he could
feel his shattered bones pull on ripped skin internally, and the
bones themselves pulsated like a terrible toothache. But he was
almost done.
An
hour of waiting had led to the pain fully disappearing: now his jaw
was fully repaired. “ This trident is incredible!” Goblin
Joe then started his athletic preparations for a fight. Joe no longer
felt the burn of exercise, as he passes out from exhaustion before he
can get them to burn, so he did the best he could: 100 pushups, 100
sit ups, and 100 pullups every minute for 24 hours, then he could
rest. He did them effortlessly, doubling his rate; 200 of each every
minute, and then he tripled it. He kept going until he got tired, and
faded into unconsciousness.
Orangutan
was getting used to his newfound strength by punching a large
boulder; about 40 foot tall, right outside of town. Even the lightest
play punches cracked at the stone; being in town, you would feel the
punches like they were an earthquake. This angered the townspeople,
but after seeing the metamorphosed orangutan; they were too afraid to
act. Orangutan in a 16 hour time frame had become what many would
consider a god; he had completely changed form from the guise he once
had. Now the Orangutan stood straight, and had muscles that were
clearly apparent now. Orangutan in the flurry of punches thought of
Goblin Joe, and thought one thing “I will be the end of him”
as he was thinking this he blacked out with rage, and when he came to
the boulder was no longer there; nothing was left but dust.
Orangutan
thought for a while after this; he, at least what he used to be could
be considered a fly to his current self “ what did that trident
do to me?” Orangutan was having a crisis; if he wasn’t an
Orangutan; then what was he? This made the Orangutan freeze with a
feeling of loss; all of his old experiences over all of his years of
life had been overshadowed by something as infinitesimal as being
attacked by a chicken. His old self was dead; what killed it: fate?
The Orangutan thought to himself for a while; trembling with the rage
of loss and discontentment, then it came to him. “It does not
matter what I was or who I am; what matters is what I will be: A
useless piece of flesh, frozen like he is. Or a good man; who uses
his grand powers for good. Why be selfish when I already have become
what I wanted? Why was I ever selfish in the first place?”
One
would expect a selfish man who had gained power would strive more,
but for the Orangutan it was the opposite; Orangutan had achieved
enlightenment. Orangutan made his first step; since this thought
occurred, then stepped again. He stepped, and stepped again; faster
and faster until he had reached a full sprint. He ran towards where
he had seen Goblin Joe run away earlier. He picked up more and more
speed until he jumped; if it could even be considered as that, he
jumped so hard the ground that was underneath him sunk into the
ground, and exploded. Within seconds Orangutan was above the clouds;
he imagined how Goblin Joe must feel, and as soon as he imagined what
Goblin Joe felt he understood why Goblin Joe was what he was. Goblin
Joe simply did not care about anything; after all, why would you?
Orangutan
kept jumping; the trail had disappeared, due to the natural movement
of sand, but he felt the power that he now had; he felt the source.
Though Orangutan did not yearn for the trident, it was as if he was
magnetized to it; unescapable from its grasp. Orangutan tried to slow
down, but he still kept jumping: the strength of his jumps making
Goblin Joe's tracks look feeble. Eventually; after many tireless
hours of jumping, Orangutan had arrived at the location of the
trident. He felt it: it was right below him; in front of him he saw
an abandoned mine.
Goblin
Joe had awoken from his exercise feeling good; though it didn’t
do nothing, it still felt nice to do something. He had awoken,
because of a noise; though he was not sure what: Little did he know
how Orangutan Joe was already inside the mine, and it was too late to
run. Little did anyone know; that one of the most influential fights
of all time was going to happen.
Orangutan
Joe carefully climbed down the spiral staircase of the cave; walking
down level by level. He ripped some of his hair, and taped it to his
feet, so his footsteps could not be heard, and he also held his
breath; one of his abilities that was heightened; him now being able
to hold his breath all day if he wanted to. He slowly, and
painstakingly avoided any noise made; as surely Goblin Joe also had
heightened abilities. Orangutan after ten slow hours had finally
reached the bottom; he looked up, and saw the entrance was as small
as his outstretched pinky nail, so difficult a thing to traverse
without sound. He turned the corner, and saw him: Joe had his eyes
wide open, still unsure as to what he saw in front of him.
Goblin
Joe had reacted faster than light itself; he grabbed the trident, and
crept backwards. Knowing if he stayed back he had the advantage.
Orangutan then bellowed “You will not leave here!” Goblin
Joe saw Orangutan look up as he made the statement, so the Goblin
took his chance. Goblin Joe lunged forward, so fast he made a sonic
boom. As Goblin Joe sped through the air he spun, to remain stable;
Joe aimed for the midsection: he was primed, and ready to kill.
As
Goblin Joe arrived inch by inch; time slowed yet again; this time not
a function of the trident, but rather by the orangutans own power.
Orangutan in his time spent silently creeping into the cave;
discovered something. The bananas couldn’t fire bullets, but he
could. Something that seemed a fact of life was something of the
Orangutan’s mental creation. It didn’t make a difference
in reality, but now Orangutan discovered he had the power, so he
flourished it.
Goblin
Joe was 10 feet away; in slow motion Orangutan summoned a long
banana, and aimed it directly at the bullet that Goblin Joe formed.
In a millisecond once Goblin Joe’s perspective turned to see
what was in front of him; Death incarnate. Orangutan fired at Goblin
Joe, and a spray of razor sharp pellets formed from the weapon.
Goblin Joe, though still changing trajectory, got clawed at by the
projectiles. Blood splashed on the floor, allied with the high
pitched ricochets of the projectiles.
Goblin
Joe looked down, and saw hundreds of gashes on his right leg. His
muscle was damaged, and would tear if used much more. Goblin Joe
thought about stabbing himself with the trident; no longer having to
deal with the pain of circumstance, but didn’t. Goblin Joe
stood tall, because of the fact that he deserved the trident, and he
still had a chance. Goblin Joe crumpled on his leg; Feigning
weakness.
Orangutan
watched as Goblin Joe fell to the ground, and felt glee. Orangutan
approached Goblin Joe to end Goblin Joe’s reign of power. “But
why am I doing this: Am I being selfish?” Orangutan kept
walking until he loomed over Goblin Joe; Orangutan then picked up his
foot, and prepared to stomp. As Orangutan brought his foot down;
Goblin Joe took his chance. He got up from the ground, and spiraled
right into orangutans stomach.
Blood
gushed out like a faucet, And goblin Joe was happy “ The fights
finally in my favor; see! You told yourself!” Orangutan looked
down, and felt pain; Goblin Joe then responded “ The trident
ends all beings it hits” with a smug expression. Suddenly, with
enhanced rage, the Orangutan said “ I am not anyone: I am the
Orangutan!” Orangutan then pulled out the trident from his
stomach, and wielded it as he was the rightful owner. Goblin Joe
cowered in fear as his fate was decided. Orangutan speared goblin Joe
with the trident, and picked him up to the ceiling; then slammed The
trident into the ground; further driving the trident into Goblin Joe.
Goblin Joe couldn’t talk, as blood was filling his vocal cords.
Orangutan
then grabbed the trident back up again, and kept slamming it into the
ground until Goblin Joe’s soul left his body. Orangutan peeled
Goblin Joe off of the trident, and left the mine. While walking up
the spiral; Orangutan felt a weird feeling, it was as if he was
addicted to the power the trident possessed. Orangutan felt amazing;
he had finally achieved what he had wanted, and he was happy Goblin
Joe would no longer unrightfully hold a thing of such power. It was
as if the trident chose Orangutan, and Orangutan chose the trident.
Now; there was only one thing to do, and that was to get revenge on
the person who caused this
Mayor
mouse was concerned: He was sure Orangutan had gone to find Goblin
Joe, but Orangutan probably should’ve been back by now. The
mayor asked advisor roach “Do you think Orangutan will return?”
Advisor roach looked up, and said “ Orangutan will arrive when
he wants; he is no longer himself, he has lost his sense of previous
identity. Now he is a being of immense power, and nothing binds him,
possibly not even time. He may murder even murder us! Did you think
of that?”
Mayor
mouse thought about this, and realized that Orangutan no longer had
any reason to hold any empathy. The mayor sentenced the Orangutan for
a life of servitude for harassing a now dead man. Orangutan didn’t
care for anyone; he was a psychopath who only cared about people he
could use or manipulate. Was that bad? Afterall Orangutan helped more
than the emotional and caring Chimp-Chimp; considerably more
actually.
Orangutan
was almost back to Town, and he was excited. Orangutan could finally
get revenge for the people that gave him immortality; now his time of
servitude to life had changed from a few more years to forever–
an immortal prison. Orangutan finally could see the town curve over
the horizon, and the sun curve with it. Orangutan saw as the sunlight
caused the townsfolk to exit their houses, and begin their routines;
a regular day, but not for long.
Mayor
mouse, and his advisor Roach now hid in the vault. It was a rather
weird request to make to the vault guards. But it was his only chance
to hide from the death that Orangutan would bring. Mouse and his
advisor sat down on opposite corners of the vault, and didn’t
talk. BOOM! A loud noise shook the vault so hard a thick cloud of
dust covered the two. The noises kept continuing for hours: BOOM!,
BAM!, AHHHHH!, DON’T HURT M-,” It was terrifying, and
they were like little bugs to it all; they could do nothing. Advisor
Roach started convulsing due to the dust, and the Mayor could do
nothing but watch. Mouse watched Roach convulse for minutes, unable
to process all that was happening; the infernal screams of agony
outside, and the death inside; it was inescapable. Mayor Mouse could
no longer take it, so he took his claws, and popped his eardrums.
Orangutan
took a deep breath and looked at what he had wrought. He had
destroyed the entire town. Fire was spreading through the rubble, and
what was left of townsfolk were strewn about. He thought to himself
“Why? Why did I do this?” and he responded to himself “
It doesn't matter; nothing does.” he wondered where the mouse
had went, and after some time thinking he realized that the mouse was
in the vault; the only structure left, so he walked to the vault and
picked it up, and then proceeded to shake it as hard as he could.
Orangutan
proceeded to rip open the vault door, and saw what was inside: What
was left of Mayor Mouse and advisor roach was smeared all over the
walls of the vault. Orangutan smiled – happy that he had gotten
revenge. Orangutan dropped the vault, and left the ruins of the town.
