New chapter.
CHAPTER EIGHT:
Back to 80
"Never thought that I'd be back here again," Phoenix said, moodily. "More to the point -- I assumed that it was destroyed."
Phoenix was with Demos and Parker, and they were in a yarn representation of the Savage Land. Only without the vegetation.
"Although it's a lot different than I remember," the mod said, thoughtfully.
"Because it's, um,
YARN now?" Demos said, irreverently.
"
NO, because there isn't any greenery, just black ash -- er, black ash yarn, anyway. And yellowing plant matter -- er, yellowing plant matter
string." Phoenix said. He facepalmed a bit, before replying, "God, I'll be glad when all this 'yarn-ification' business is behind us."
"There are worse things," Parker said. "But how are we supposed to find this magic yarn or whatever it is?"
"No idea," Phoenix admitted.
"That's encouraging," Parker replied dryly.
"Well, I would it would be simple," Demos shrugged.
"How so?" Phoenix replied.
"It's probably what ol' hot wings over there is guarding," Demos said, pointing casually to Inferno Wing. "Unless it's a local?"
Inferno Wing gave a deafening squawk as it took to the air. It circled almost lazily above them, and this irritated Parker. He saw it as a sign of disrespect, as if the buzzard-like phoenix didn't consider him -- or him, Demos and Phoenix, rather -- a legitimate threat.
He caused the twin fusion cannons to come up from his armor's right gauntlet, but groaned with irritation when he noticed that it was more saccharine than badass. He would welcome when the world was no longer "yarn-ified".
With a shriek, Inferno Wing dived down, attempting to knock the trio down, but they were more surefooted than to succumb to that weak tactic. Demos was the only one who looked, not only unconcerned, but, frankly, bored.
"Demos! You better start taking this seriously or I will deftly spill coffee on your favorite silk suit!!!" Parker snarled.
"Now that's not fair!" the demon protested.
"Enough, you two," Phoenix said. "It's coming for another pass!"
"Triple Finish?" Demos suggested nonchalantly, referring to the Pokemon Trainer's Final Smash in Brawl.
"If it gets us out of here any faster, fine by me!" Parker snarled.
Inferno Wing was hit by the red and white streamers of yarn as it attempted a third pass. It was a direct hit, and it caused it to collapse into thread.
***
Spin-Yarn thought he location the true location if the Atlas String. He hovered over the yarn ocean, sure that it was down there. Down deep in the ocean, binding it to the land, industrial, ice and other patches that made up the Earth. It was down there . . .
And yet Spin-Yarn hesitated. He had no reason to. It was yarn water, it would not unravel him or cause him to float atop if he attempted to dive further down. Yet he still hesitated.
The reason for this hesitation was simple. Spin-Yarn was afraid. Afraid of the ocean waters.
Although he would never admit it to anyone.
