Stampy's Fight

Chapter 6

Stampy's eyes fluttered open. It was pitch black...well...wherever he was. Then he remembered what happened.
"Netty!" He cried.
If it happened to him and Netty at the same time, then Netty would still be alive...right? But Netty was more frail then him. She was more weaker.
Thrashing around his container, he thought of Netty laying on the floor, lifeless. He did one last kick and he heard a crack. Something had split open, causing a thin layer of dirt to flow in the container in which he was in. Was this his grave?
He was taking huge deep breaths like he had been underwater to regain lost oxygen.
Stampy looked around. All around him were statues that oddly looked like Hit the Target. A few buildings had been changed to something completely different. It was cloudy outside, no doubt it was about to rain.
Stampy looked beside his little hole and there was a pile of fresh dirt, marking another grave.
"Netty!" He cried again. His eyes were burning with tears as he dug the fresh dirt as fast as he could, finally reaching her little wood coffin.
His hands shaking, Stampy removed the top of the coffin to find that his sister, was in fact, dead. Stampy wailed in depression. His sobs could be heard from a mile away, but he didn't care.
He fell down to the ground, pulling Netty out, feeling once again, hopeless. The world faded away as he was swallowed in grief. The loss of his sister was too great.
Memories flashed through Stampy's head as he laid in front of his sister's body. Memories of making her laugh, and her comforting him when he was down came to mind, and before he walked away, he remembered one powerful memory. The advice she gave him before they went down that cursed ladder.
"Netty are you ready?" He asked.
"As I'll ever be Stamps. " she replied with a sad smile. Stampy had a nervous look on his face. Netty took his head in her soft hands.
"Stampy, don't worry. If something goes wrong, or your feeling hopeless, call out to me. I will always be there." She said with a sad smile. Stampy beamed at her then went down the ladder.
That memory punched him in the gut, it hurt so bad. Before standing up to walk away, he said as faintly as he could,
"Netty, I need you. "
Tears rolled down his face as he imagined her alive for the very last time.
Then, his hands started to glow. Behind him, there was also a glowing light, about as intense as the light in his hands. He spun around to face Netty's limp body. Her heart started to glow gold, and then a beam of light appeared, scaring the living daylights out of some pigs nearby.
Stampy watched as his once deceased sister attempted to stand up, but failed miserably.
"W-we-woah..." She wobbled.
For the third time in a row, Stampy shouted "Netty!" And tackled her in a tight hug.
She laughed and cried tears of happiness, happy to be back with her brother. Then she noticed that Stampy's paws were still glowing.
Stampy at the same time of crying tears of joy started to worry about his friends.
"Uhm, Stampy...what's happening?" she asked as his paws started to glow brighter.
Then another beam of light appeared right in front of him after Stampy checked his paws. He stared into the light as many figures showed up before him, all in wonder if how they got there. His friends.
Stampy cried harder in joy as he tackled most of his friends that were in amazement.
"Stampy?!" Sqaishey choked as she barely dodged the tackle.

Hit the Target went back down the ladder to his new secret base. His new servants who were to depressed to ever attack him, had been working on a few banners to put up around the place claiming it his.
As he walked through the doorway of the combination room, he was taken aback. All of his servants were gone.
He didn't understand how it had happened, he locked all of the doors behind him, even the ones he added onto the water elevator. He thought that since that idiotic cat, Stampy was gone that he could do whatever he pleased, and nothing could stop him. And for the first time in that day, Hit the Target felt hopeless.

Once he had explained what had happened, and gave everyone tight hugs and tears of joy, Stampy started flooding them with questions.
"How long was I out for?" He asked, not realizing that it had grown unreasonably cold. Lee spoke up.
"It was a whole month, Stampy. We had already given up hope as soon as you hit the ground." Stampy raised his eyebrows in surprise. It had only felt like a few days to Stampy, not a month. He started to feel bad for his friends that had been working for the crazy villain for a month.
But at the same time, he had also noticed that Hit the Target was a man of his word. His friend's scars and bruises had healed and there didn't seem to be any new ones.
Stampy sighed out of relief. And as if on cue, his belly rumbled, loud. Everyone laughed. Lee walked up in happy tears, remembering how he always used to do this. He took a cake and put in on the ground to an overjoyed Stampy.
After his delicious cake, Stampy decided to take a head count and look at everyone who was here. There was Lee, Squid, Amy, Mousie, Netty, Sqaishey, Choo Choo, Rosie, Wee Wee, and Longbow. Stampy was very happy to have all of his friends back, but the fight wasn't over. What he needed to do was think up a way to take the villain down.
Stampy tried to come up with a plan, but he couldn't think.
He knew he was weak from the magic but he wasn't as weak as he should have been. Stampy began wondering about this and was about to ask anyone for any ideas to a plan when Netty spoke up for him.
"We need a place to rest, and to gain our strength. My world is too far away." Netty declared.
"So is mine," Sqaishey said. Everyone else agreed to this also. Stampy thought. He thought and he thought. And then he had another idea.
"Someone pick somebody's world. " Stampy said, feeling on top of the world.
"Uhm, mine?" Amy squeaked.
"Perfect." Stampy smiled.
Stampy looked to his house. He saw the new portal room door and started walking towards it.
Hit the Target may have magic on his side, but so does he. Everyone here did. And Amy's world was where they were gonna train.