Chapter 156: The Graceful Return of the Fairy King
((Lo all. Reading the past posts, I realized that it's not just the continual writers that attend the Chronicles. So I be back. And I certainly haven't been gone due to a very addictive video game called Guild Wars. Nor has my lack of writing been the fault of two hours of writing in my novel each day. So, I'm back from my vacation {school is next week, cringe} and I'm here again.
....Wait, where's my Welcome Back cake?

))
"Sorry, guys," Akuma chuckled nervously, knocking out the two mods guarding Erwin's personal spaceship, which cost 9,999,999,999 blessings and some buttons. "Saving the world."
Clambering into the small ship, he fiddled with the controls. At that moment the hangar doors opened and ChrisBot, accompanied by a crowd of mods, stormed in. "
Stop!!"
"Ok, hold on," AKuma called from within the ship. "Let me find the OFF button." He pressed a red button with a skull on it (it seemed like the right idea at the time, I mean, c'mon) and the ship's blasters went off. Frantically trying to undo the chaotic blaze, Akuma accidentally typed into the ship's mainframe:
tothatoneplacewiththetowerandyeathethingthatstryingtoeatmahfriends.com
With that, the ship took off, enagaging into cyber-light-speed. In the darkness of space, he spotted something even darker. And big. And getting bigger. He was heading towards it. At the last moment the ship swerved and Akuma let out a sigh of relief. He began to scream as the ship spiraled down towards a planet covered with cities.
Now, by an extremely unlikely string of events, or perhaps God pointing his finger here and there, chuckling, Akuma's ship barraled into the beast that threatened Nin and the others. Colliding with the monster, his ship (or rather, Erwin's) tore the bear off the side of the builiding, crushing it in the crash landing. The crash landing included explosions, screams, and the awed whispers of some nearby Japanese tourists. Akuma stumbled out of the wreckage to the sound of cheap plastic cameras going off.
He looked at his friends dumbly, saying, "What are
you guys doing here?"
"
Us?" retorted Argyle, "Why are
you dressed like an overexcessive teenage girl?"