SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)

Chapter Eighteen - The Fall of the Empire

Ian Hecox

The sounds of explosions came to my ears and the smell of grass crawled up my nose, I opened my eyes but it was hard to as a burning sensation surrounded my eyelid. Soon enough I managed to get it halfway open and it was then that I realized I was lying down on a cold metal floor looking up the cloudless sky up above.

I was outdoors.

Then I realized that I couldn't move, every budge sent surges of pain. I turned my head to the left then to the right by rolling it sideways on the metal floor. I was in an open field laying on my back on a green and brown painted playground: Primrose Park.

Then something moved near my feet, it was a guy sitting on the floor. I raised my head up a little to see who it was: the man was heavily bruised, wounded with blood flowing from the cuts on his eyebrow and cheeks. A smile formed on his cracked lip the moment he noticed me regain my consciousness.

He looks familiar.

I sat up, looking at his facial features and noticing one thing that was immediately recognizable:

An ugly butt-nose.

"A-Anthony?" I forced the words out of my mouth, still focusing my blurred eyesight.

He let out a weak chuckle, "H-hey buddy." He stood up, "You're back." bending down and putting his arm on my shoulder. The white cast on his arm had turned brown, he was really dirty.

"W-What the hell happened? Did we get drunk last night?" I asked.

Anthony laughed. "Nope."

There were rips and scorches on his green shirt with dark burn marks on it.

"Whoa, you alright?" I asked, slightly worried, "—are you hurt?"

Anthony brought his arms outward, "Well what the hell does it look like?" He rolled his eyes.

"I guess you're alright then." I joked. "Agh! Why does my head hurt?" A stinging pain soared in on my forehead. I gently rubbed it and felt two lumps near the center, "Do you have a mirror?"

Anthony took out his phone and turned on the front camera before handing it to me. I saw my face looking just as bad as Anthony's: bruised and bloodied. I parted my bangs upward to see the two throbbing and painful bruises on it.

"I look like a demon." I cried, "It looks like little horns."

"Now all you need is a tail to match that." He laughed, "—and a pitch fork."

I returned his phone, "Can you explain to me what the fuck just happened?"

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but for the first time," He sighed, "—you almost have beaten the shit outta me." He offered me his hand then pulled me to my feet, "—and almost killed me."

"Whoa, whoa. 'Almost killed you?'" I gasped, "Why on earth will I do that?" I still felt light-headed and dizzy.

"You almost kinda did if it weren't for Billy saving my ass." He explained.

"Wait a minute, why would I?" I wrinkled my forehead in confusion.

"Take a look at this." Anthony gestured to the open field: There was pure chaos in the park and the Smosh crew was were equipped with weapons from the Food Battle Game battling the mutant donuts and the guys in black. Up in the sky was a Pidgey being ridden by the Metrosexual Hipster and a Charizard was soaring with the old man on it, rounding the field as they threw bombs and breathed fire at the army of donuts.