GameToons Miscellaneous Stuff #2

Player X Veteran (An Uprising Comeback)

A/n: Just a mini short writing piece at your disposal for viewing pleasure at my overwhelming procrastinating expense.

The newbie determined tutu-donning magenta bean successfully managed to secure the top two ranking position after a grueling elimination prior, many valiant warriors fumbling from immense cataclysmic oppressive obstacle mechanics and plunging into the gooey depths below. His chance for victory harkened to his beckon call, a mere single opponent left to outmatch and the empowering, tantalising reaping crown would be at his pudgy fingertips. Surely, this standing challenger wouldn't pose a magnanimous colossal quaking nightmare and result in a crushing defeat, right?

Hesistantly, shifting his chubby physique towards the lime emanating boxed checkpoint, his stature immediately trembled and a mortified expression conjured on his marshmallow visage. The sole competing rival was none other than his original acquaintance and leading brutish dominating expert, Veteran. No matter the circumstances, the young aspiring bean lost to the fragrantly superior golden bullet in an outwitting matchup on every single occasion and this excruciatingly crucial exemption was no different. Strangely, he bore a teensy smirk quickly eyeing the opposite direction upon witnessing his visual breakdown.

"He's intricately plotting my upcoming demise! Gut instincts...my defeat is inevitable..."

Pessimistic looming plaguing ideas transcended rent free in his weary cranium upon this immeasurable realisation and his once morale boosted fiery gargantuan spirit was left with a clamouring waning self-deprecating outlook on reaching the stage roulette screen. The ragtag tail snatching Royal Fumble minigame displayed briefly before briskly teleporting the unlively dread filled novice to the arena for the final bout of the legendary competition to commence underway. Possessing a virtually inescapable wretched lonesome surging mentality, he laid out a temporary crestfallen gameplan shortly as the countdown progressed; exit the unwarranted premises and let Veteran claim unprecedented victory with ease.

3...2...1...GO!

Player immediately grasped his vibrant atmospheric surroundings and lurched his stumbling stubby legs away, trekking in the opposite direction and heading for a nearby shameful corner to curl up into a rotund ball of sheer squishy magnitude and snivelly lament his worthless progression to obtain his pristine win. He managed to scrounge and dive headfirst outside the gravelly bully's perspective, but before his clouded murky toppling thoughts overwhelmed his blurry misty vision, he noticed the overpowered menace heading straight towards his immediate vicinity poking out the corner of his charcoal pupil, each grounded hurtling step encased in looming antagonistic aura.

"Oh no, he's caught me trying to escape his impending wrath. I left without a struggling fight and made myself a giant worthless loser in the process on top of my surefire defeat at his bullying hands. Better brace myself for the destructive shoving and barging..."

He clenched his remaining eyesight shut, specks of salty dripping tears streaming downwards, preparing for agonising ghastly towering thunderous mighty strikes from his grouchy imposing figure...but it mysteriously dissipated and was instead replaced with light contact on his hunched shoulder, or lack thereof due to the quirky model configuration. Player reluctantly opened his straining downtrodden manifested vision to an astonishing development in charisma from his previously untamed fury; Veteran was kneeling adjacent donning a mildly concerned facial eggspression, from the untrained eye's perspective almost visualising a comforting, mourning crouching position.

"Huh? Why aren't you effortlessly pushing me around like a mindless ragdoll? Don't you want your millionth win streak?"

"Not when my compassionate buddy is shivering in manifesting blindsided foggy loss of merriment and transparent waterworks. I'm not standing by for such a transgressional letdown."

Bewildered beyond all extraordinary mismatched lopsided teminology, the irrepressible mangled unicorn queried in a shocking turn of events...

"What do you mean, Veteran? I don't understand the sympathetic leaf turnover."

"Trust me, homeslice. This fresh pragmatic coat of paint isn't just out of sheer profuse pitifulness for your shattered wellbeing. There's a...minor pent-up infernal teething dilemma I just need to release out of my integral system...and, I need your full attention."

A wretched substantial clouded skepticism grew exponentially at his harkening proposal, especially glancing downwards at his pudgy magenta palm firmly clasped by his jaune steady gripping dexteritous fingers. Regardless, he granted permission on his irksome frustrated alarming hiccup, nodding nonchalantly eggsuding the initial primary astronomical fear prior despite his assured consolation. The grouchy bulking mellowing reigning champion huffed a uneasy breath before unleashing his inner demons in verbal unrestricted dialect.

"I've fallen head over heels in swooning love for you, Player! From within my deep enriched girthy gourmet enticed beating heart! I always have since the very starting phase I unearthed and meaningfully harnessed my competitive prowess to prove my extended revered passion for you. Uncontested with extinguished blockades willing to delete this symbolic platonic friendship I've outwardly cherished from the get go. It wasn't straight up bullying, I merely stood my ground with subtle intentions on the dominating prospect of an optimistic future...together. Do you accept my lifetime proposal for the hearty gorgeous victory you were truly destined to obtain? Will you henceforth be my ketchup packet of unending effervescent basking glory?"

Staring point blank in utter maniacally deprived dismay, gawkingly gobsmacked at the unfolding grandiose events transpiring, the weighty flamboyant ballerina cosplayer managed to hastily recollect his waning obliterated cortex to process the explicit smitten-stricken news. A hardened unbroken meticulously reeking urban mythical legend transformed into an underlying chummy amigo. Looking previously at past experiences, Player meekly assumed the worst expectations of this controlling mind-boggling vehement toppling terror. Growing and progressively enhancing his obstacle platforming skills overtime allowed him to transparently visualise the original shuddering overarching anxiety was instead of the trepidating fear of disappointing his contending mellowing hero in nuanced disguised territory. The exact methodical surge Veteran displayed but a brief femtoseconds prior. A metaphorical gleaming lightbulb hovered above in immaculate preceeding realisation at a newfound emotional discovery, his orientational swaying no longer conflicted by limiting boundaries.

Miraculously ravishing the jubilatory moment spared with a full throttle amiable confession, he responded with a courteous eloquent tango dip and a swarming masterful passionate lip-syncing kiss, the universally infamous unicorn managed to muster, a luminescent tear pooling down his visor, the relishing moment he'd been surging for his entire lifespan...

"Yes..."

Internally pumping his fists frantically in a childlike giddy manner at the valiant whisper confirmation, simultaneously sheepishly scratching his oval shaped head in an extremely flustered state, Veteran indicated a massive outlying charismatic leeway in his introductory phase of a romantic relationship.

"Uh...wasn't expecting such a cheesy flourished extroverted signal of displaying romance. You a regular casanova, bud?"

"Gotta make a decent first impression upfront, eh?"

"Save the glamorous charisma-magnetic sneaky subtlety for the third date."

Following a prolonged jocular guffaw at their idiosyncratic muddling glowing relationship in full swing and ginormously reassuring pats across the back, the dynamic duo agreed in swift unison to gravitatingly stall the countdown timer to the maximum limit, perkingly perching up adjacent and frivolously wrapping into a sacharrine cloying side embrace, the tanooki tail brushing and wagging in extreme gushing glee. A pristine jolly outcome to prior foreboding circumstances and one for the cherished memory books. Nothing could ruin the flawless atmosphere present...

Except the filthy, scheming mesmerising Frank who sneakily recorded the entire fiasco on his mobile camcorder, netting the nitty-gritty valentine bits inbetween for cautionary measures. All from the leisurely backseat downside perspective of the elimination podium. Swearing karma infused vengeance on Veteran's wrongful dismantling exterior comments.

"This'll teach you to scrutinisingly criticise my objectively classy and prominently harmonic cosmetics."