What a waste of time this brawl had been. What a piece of junk you had gotten out of it. The fossil was a boring thing, not shiny like the gold nugget, not in the slightest. Anniebelle meanwhile liked the fossil. Of course she did. It had been her wish to trade the nugget for it.
„I want a bike“, you pouted. „I didn´t know about bikes in this world beforehand, that is the problem.“
With angelic patience and a likewise smile on her innocent face, Anniebelle responded: „You can have better things than bikes. More BeastGirls, namely!“
You frowned. „I will get more of you one way or the other, right? Capturing BeastMon is part of this game.“
Anniebelle closed her eyes and sighed softly, holding back her frustration. „Fine … can we just go back to the cottage? We have a victory to celebrate, remember?“
Right. You had just won a new crest. You nodded firmly. „Yes. Let´s go back to Phil, so we can de-merge you two and be on our merry way.“
Said and done, without any incidents you reached the cottage by the sea. But, Team Missile was already there.
Walking up the stairs and reaching for the door bell, you hesitated. Something was fishy. Had this door always been so cracked? Then you heard a high pitched scream, coming from inside, and the sound of something squishy crashing into something hard and heavy. A monstrous hiss followed, and the voice of a stranger.
„Good work with the fairy, Enitnepres! - Now, for the last time: We will not leave empty-handed. So give us something to fill them!“
„Something handy“, another stranger, a female this time, said. „Oh, I know! A ray gun! Or a remote-shaped thingy! Like a croni … crono … what was it?“
„I have nothing for you to give, you scoundrels!“ That voice belonged to Phil, clearly in peril.
„Oh, is that so?“, snarled the man, „Maybe pressing this big, red button will make you more generous!“
„Yeah, press it!“, the woman cheered. „Maybe it will lead us to the secret underground laboratory!“
„I don´t have an underground laboratory.“
„You are a scientist, of course you have.“
Anniebelle whispered down your neck. „Lucas? Do we … go in? Or do we not?“
Right. In you went, throwing open the door and jumping into the room – finding yourself eye to eye with literal monsters.
The first one was a snake. A big, beeeg snake! At least for you, who had never seen a living snake longer than your arm, and that had been in a zoo. The reptile was purple, and it remarkably lacked any human features. It was, plainly, an animal. Thick droplets of acid gushed out of its mouth, scorching the floor. The other creature was a rat, equally without human aspects. It was massive, like, bulldog-massive. It´s mud brown fur was shaggy, its teeth yellow tinted and sharp. Spotting you, it swung it´s naked tail like a whip.
Speaking of whips, the two strangers were armed with whips, in black uniforms, a giant red M printed on it.
M? M like … Missile?
At the other side of the room, next to the giant, egg-shaped teleporter, sat Phil holding his injured Jigpie in his arms. The little BeastGirl was clearly outmatched by these monsters.
The male intruder was jumpscared by your arrival, and his hand, hovering over a big red button, smashed down.
A mechanical humming filled the room, coming from the teleporter. It´s hull was already deeply damaged by the fight. A shimmering wave of energy blasted through the cracks, hitting Phil and his little fairy at first. The man and the beastie merged rapidly, shrinking down to a little boy in a bright pink clothes. He sat there utterly confused, in his hand a magical wand, the sparkling star at the top leaking glitter.
One moment later, the wave hit the mouse monster.
„Shit!“ The male Missile member was smart enough to run. However, smart doesn´t mean fast, and he was definitely not fast enough to outrun a flying rat. It literally flew, as being tossed by the wave and clearly not out of it´s own free will, as it squeaked shrilly by doing so. The man crashed down, being hit by the enormous mouse, and transformed on the spot, his beastie vanishing in a flash of light.
You saw the man´s face as he tried to get up, already sporting impressive buck teeth. Brownish fur grew rampant, first on his cheeks and chin, as long whiskers shot out. He squeaked, and his ears began to flap in panic. His fingers clenched and curled, scratching the floor, just as newly grown claws punctured the front of his shoes. In a tearing of fabric his pants ripped, a rat´s tail wormed it´s way into the open.
The snake was hit next, being magnetized by the transforming wave. It was likewise tossed and crashed into the female Missile. She fell down on her butt, legs sticking up – and right into the gaping snake´s jaw. The monster´s mouth closed, having swallowed the woman up to her hips. There, it melted, losing all facial features, and merged with the human lower body.
The woman shrieked, her eyes gaining a yellow color and slittet pupils. A bunch of purple scales adorned the back of her hands and decorated her face. She cried out, the forked tip of her tongue shooting out of her mouth.
NOW they looked the part of proper BeastMon. Much better, you thought, right as the wave passed over you and Anniebelle.