Hatchetfield.

Another Day In The Black and White

Nothing was happening in the Black and White.

Well, nothing out of the ordinary, anyways.

Nibbly was consuming everything that could fit in his mouth, Tinky was out fantasising about the Spankoffskis again, Wiggly and Pokey were squabbling over ownership of Hatchetfield, or who was the most powerful, or whatever, and Blinky was... bored.

Watcher World was still closed for repairs after what he liked to call the "Not Ride the Cyclone" incident, and things hadn't gotten much more entertaining from there.

Today was one of the very few, very rare occasions where someone wasn't currently going missing in Hatchetfield, and as for the creatures of the lesser Black and White... well, if you've seen one colony of killer apes get skewered by giant mosquitoes, you've seen them all.

That left him with only three options: watch the crocopigbear decimate his daily harvest once more, pester the cybergoat, or participate in the verbal kaiju fight, which had now descended into...

...Huh.

Well, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before, but... eh, what the hell. Even reruns could be pretty funny sometimes.

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

Meanwhile, in the Sunken Kingdom, Pokotho was terribly busy getting his head smashed into the walls of one of its many temples.

Not that he was doing it of his own free will, of course. He didn't know Wiggly would take so much offence to being called an overgrown toddler.

"JUST ADMIT IT!" The squid roared, forcefully turning his brother's head to face his enraged. "We all know you can't stand being here! How much you hate having to take my orders! You'd leave as soon as you had the chance, wouldn't you, bitch?!"

Coughing up blue shit with his jaw very nearly dislocated, the disembodied head coughed. "What... what do you mean?"

Wiggly stared for a moment, before briefly flicking into 'creepy-kid's-toy' mode. "Oh-ho, playing stupid, are we, Pokey-wokey? Weeeell-"

"No, seriously, what do you mean?!" Pokey demanded, managing to shake off most of the pain. "Of course I hate taking your orders! I don't keep it a secret: in fact, we were just arguing about it five minutes ago!"

As soon as he finished that sentence, the dark god was staring incredulously at his brother. Wait... was he seriously not expecting that blatantly obvious comeback?

"Eh- well-" the squid stammered, trying to come up with a comeback of his own. "Well... er..."

Pokey took this opportunity to gain the upper hand on him. Fights like these were such a common occurrence that there was nothing Wiggly could say to him that he hadn't heard before.

So, as he was piecing together a reply, he felt a sharp pain in his back, letting go of his brother while screeching in agony. Pokey quickly flew away, giving himself temporary space to escape his brother's rage. After all, if he didn't, the fun would be over before it even began.

When Wiggly turned to look at his back, suddenly, he was horrified at the sight of his prized coral, once bright and colourful, now reduced to a broken mess sticking out from his spine.

"You..." the god said, disbelief eminent in his voice, before that disbelief gave way to an unmatched rage. "You PARASITE! LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"

Pokey watched his brother's rampage thoroughly, stoic as always, before smiling (to the best of his ability when he was a meteor). "A battle to the death it is, then." The dark god lifted the invisibility of his mace-like tail- currently covered by the remains of Wiggly's coral- in the process revealing his slimy, translucent, worm-like body. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

And with a deep, guttural roar, the Singular Voice raced towards his brother, ready for whatever he would throw at him.

The Lords in Black were dueling again, and if anyone were to be caught in the crossfire, the only chance they would have would be to pray for their lives.