Uh, Doppler, En, you two might wanna check this out.
I don't think that's one big dot. I think that's three dots.
THIS IS CERTAINLY A MESS YOU HAVE MADE.
THE FLOOR, RUINED! THE WALLS, RUINED! THE ONE MEANT TO CLEAN THE RUINED THINGS, RUINED!
ONLY ONE THING CAN BE DONE IN RESPONSE.
YES! A PERFECT CHOICE! A WONDERFUL CHOICE! A SUBLIME CHOICE INDEED!!
INSTANT MURDER.
(Wildblade, thank you.) Damn. Someone call the local Fire Department, because I believe this man has been the victim of a B-U-R-N Burn!
Well, I was gonna grab some grub, but I didn't know Little Papa Beta's offered barbecued food as well! sheesh!
Moreover, now I just wonder what's gonna happen next. My main guy spent all his time trying to prepare for a successful tournament, only to be the victim of bankruptcy and ultimate rejection by the public & private. Will it prove to be a turning point in his morale for the better as he attempts to redeem himself? Or will his resolve multiply by his lack of anything to lose, revealing his true nature along the way?
Also stealing from the Government sounds nice. Then again, I don't do the ol' mercenary/thief business for free.
Well, you should try out our barbecue pizza at some point. Except, I hate to break it to you, Wildcard, but we here at Little Papa Beta's have decided to ban ALL versions of Proto MKII in the entire Omniverse from this restaurant due to particular recent seasons of events.
...Except for Defteros, he's cool.
...Invaded by a Gorilla, swarmed by insects, and swiftly fired from my dream job. Any OTHER old wounds you wanna open up, old geezer?
Well, if it takes opening up old wounds to find the source of all your problems, then that's just what we'll have to do, isn't it?
Probably should've seen that coming. Oh, well, it's fair 'nuff. Your pizza joint, your rules. I've got no beef with that.Mmmm... beef.
Oh yeah. Word for the wise: Others might seem just like "Alternate MKII" to you, but if you judge us all by that same verdict, you are bound to be wrong. Take your Z-Team for example. Drastic experiences changed them into the people they are today. I bet they know better than anyone how-- for lack a better term-- unfair-- that is, to lump them in the same group as their newer counterparts.
Just food for thought! Later, 'gators!Speaking of beef...
...Honestly, this is moreso to be safe rather than quick judgement. As far as I'm concerned, Defteros is the only outlier; beyond him, I don't think there is such a thing as a "good" MKII. That's just how inherently evil he is.
...Now, I'll believe in a "good" MKII only if I actually see it. But as of right now, I'm having a hard time believing such a thing exists, Defteros aside.
...Which, for the record, I'm counting Prototype- and Anthem to an extent- as a separate entity from MKII, rather than an alternate of him.
There are just some risks you just can't take... Especially in a world like THIS.
...So, THAT job was also a bust.**
Sorry to hear about that. I could've sworn that would've been the one.
*Sigh* That's just the way things have been for me... Always down on my luck. I've tried branching out, and I've tried things I'm familiar with. But I just can't seem to find a lasting job... I'd be out on the streets, if it weren't for the fact that we live in a place where gold coins could be found just about anywhere. Even though the apartment I have to live in just plain stinks.
Well, it's good to know you're still alright... I still don't know why you didn't want to join the party we threw for Mario.***
...
...Wait a second... You're not still jealous of Mario, are you?
Wh-what? Jealous of ol' Jumpman? Heck no! Why would I be?
...Stanley, we both know lying is not a good look on you.
...Fine, you got me. I am jealous, very much so... It's just... He wasn't that kind of a person, you know? He had his fair share of... moments. And yet, EVERYONE seems to just praise him, and that brother of his! Heck, his brother even got a whole YEAR dedicated to him!****
And, heck, people seem to praise that Donkey Kong guy, too, despite how much he and his father kidnapped you. He even has his own ISLAND named after him!
All on top of Cranky being a deity, too...
He's a WHAT NOW!?
You haven't heard? I figured you would have by now.
*Sigh* And what do I have to show for everything I've done at this point? Nothing. I'm just another nobody in a sea of ordinary citizens...
And what's wrong with ordinary?
Nothing, really... It's just... I just feel like I'm meant for something more, you know?
...Well, I know where you're coming from, at least... In any case, I hope you get the happiness you deserve, Stanley.
Thanks, Lady Pauline. Good luck with the mayoral debate.
...*Sigh* You know, it was nice to have a friend like Lady Pauline to talk to.
Hm, yes. A friend to rely on is always a nice thing... It's certainly something you shouldn't take for granted.
Yeah, I suppose you're right about-
...Oh.
You useless runts! Now look at us!!
That's it! It's time we kick *Urgh* things *Yow!* inta overdri--
What the--!? What's *Ouch* goin' on!?
Apologies. You were trying to trigger a certain transformation, weren't you?
Wh-... What *Ow* happened?!
How gullible. When I hit you, I dispelled that foreign energy in you, preventing you from transforming. At least, long enough for you four to be defeated.
Oh, no...
U-ugh... J-joke's uhn yuh, Mughneto... this guhn wuz meide outtuh wood!
Hey! Hands off my prey, Green Stache!
Kilroy wants to call off the negotiations.
What? But I'm almost done.
Kilroy doesn't care. Tell your soldiers to ready their weapons. We've been order to initiate plan B.
But I'm in charge of this operati-
We are now taking charge. Either report back to base or risk PUNISHMENT.
I want to hear it from Kilroy himself. Besides, your uniform's unlike any I've seen. How do I know your-
...
Fuck you, no.
...I suppose this is a "no" for my offer, then?
...Very well. I suppose this was very well expected...
...Mankind only ever cares about themselves, after all.
...This lot has wasted my time. As such, I shall assist you in taking them down... But know this. Once it is all said and done...
...I shall return to my original plot to destroy all of your kind.
...Don't worry, Tom*. I'm sure I'll get myself a new job someday...
G-gah!!! Wh-who are you...?

You want to... help me? But... How? Why, even?












You... You want to enlist me in some kind of space army?



...You... You want to enlist my cat?

...I dunno...
...Well... I suppose I've got nothing left to lose...
...Alright, I'll do it. I accept your offer, mister...?


...
Oh? Is that regret I'm sensing from you, Stanley?
...I only ever joined them out of desperation... If I had known exactly what I was signing up for, I never would have done so to begin with.
I can see that... After all, it WAS joining this "Heeta Force" that molded your personality into the sort of person who seeks nothing more than the spotlight.
The same sort of person who would eventually do this...
... (I demand you stop. Even if the situation is dire, the Subspace Bombs will be just as destructive to us as it is to our enemies.)
...! (No! This is insane! This will kill us all!!)
... (...never again.)
(Insert Storyline here please)
Ok, I also now have this super cool awesome jacket (which totally isn't stolen because it's a darker blue)
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