HOLD ON TIGHT, GUYS; THIS IS GOING TO BE ONE WILD, FLUFFING ADVENTURE!!!
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Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten
Chapter Thirteen
Shattered Future
A low, metallic groan echoed through the M
Unit’s hull as it trembled violently, hurtling through an iridescent swirl of
fractured time streams. Melvyn, still slumped on the bench, barely registered the
chaos around him. His fur still crackled faintly with residual magic, the
aftermath of the uncontrollable surge that had saved them—but at a terrible
cost. His limbs felt like lead, his breath shallow and ragged.
“We’re coming in too hot!” Smoke shouted from
the cockpit, his paws flying across the controls. Sparks flew as systems failed
one by one.
“Brace for impact!” Ice bellowed, gripping the
edge of the console.
The ship lurched, careening toward a flickering tear in the time stream. Light fractured around them like shards of broken glass, and then everything went white.
When Melvyn opened his eyes, his vision swam
with static. The acrid scent of burnt circuits filled his nose. The M Unit had
crash-landed, its hull partially embedded in scorched earth. Alarms blared
weakly before fading into eerie silence.
Groaning, he forced himself upright. Pain shot
through his body, but he clenched his teeth against it. The rest of the crew
were already on their paws, surveying their surroundings.
“Where are we?” Havoc muttered, his voice
hoarse.
Titan wiped the soot from his face. His eyes
narrowed as she took in the landscape. “BBHQ... or what’s left of it.”
Melvyn’s heart sank. The once-imposing
headquarters of the B-Team was now a skeletal ruin, a gaping hole in the earth. Vines choked the crumbling
walls, and scorch marks marred the ground. The sky overhead was a sickly
crimson swirling with ominous black clouds.
“What in the name of Bast happened here?” Bomber
whispered.
Before anyone could answer, a crackling voice
interrupted.
“Systems... rebooting...”
They turned towards Melvyn. Vera's black box attached
to the side of his backpack with a D-ring. Her metallic frame was dented and
scorched, but flickers of light pulsed along her surface. Her A.I. voice was
fragmented, and glitching.
“Temporal breach detected... Year: 2035...
Error. Catastrophic deviation from Prime Timeline.”
Vera’s holographic form flickered into view,
shimmering and disjointed. Her expression was grim.
“We shouldn’t be here,” she warned. “This is a
broken world.”
Shadow stepped forward, his jaw clenched.
“What do you mean, broken?”
Vera’s image flickered again. “This version of BBHQ fell in
the Great Temporal War. All timelines converged and collapsed into chaos.” Her
voice grew fainter. “If we stay... we will be erased.”
Melvyn’s fur bristled despite his exhaustion.
“This world is dead,” he said, his voice strained.
Before anyone could respond, a low, guttural
growl rumbled through the ruins.
Out of the shadows emerged sleek, cybernetic
creatures—a hybrid of machine and beast. Their eyes glowed with malevolent blue
light, and their bodies gleamed with metallic plating. Razor-sharp claws
clicked against the cracked ground.
Vera’s voice trembled. “Temporal Wraiths.
Guardians of corrupted timelines. They will not let us leave.”
The largest of the Wraiths snarled, its gaze
locking onto Melvyn. In his weakened state, he barely had time to react as it
lunged.
Bomber intercepted it, his laser sword
flashing. Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal. “Nitro, get Melvyn to
cover!” he shouted.
Nitro didn’t need to be told twice. He hauled
Melvyn to his paws and half-dragged him toward a cluster of debris.
“Stay with me, little dude,” Nitro urged.
“We need you.”
Melvyn’s vision blurred, but he forced himself
to focus. His magic flickered at his fingertips, weak and unstable.
“I can’t... control it,” he gasped.
“You don’t have to right now. Just stay
alive,” Nitro said grimly.
The battle raged around them. Bomber fought with feral precision, but the Wraiths were relentless, their movements eerily synchronized. For every blow he landed, they countered with brutal efficiency. Ice, Smoke and Shadow fought on one side of Bomber, while Titan, Viper and Havoc were on his other side as they used all their training to thwart the Temporal Wraiths.
Vera’s hologram flickered violently.
“Emergency dimensional collapse imminent,” she warned. “Initiating Phase
Shift...”
The ground beneath them began to crack,
glowing with pulsating energy. The air vibrated with an ominous hum.
Vera’s voice echoed through the chaos. “I
can’t hold it... you must choose: stay and fix this timeline... or escape and
risk never returning.”
Melvyn’s mind raced. The ground trembled,
fissures spreading like jagged scars. The Wraiths circled closer, their eyes
gleaming with deadly intent.
With a surge of determination, Melvyn forced
himself upright. His voice was hoarse but resolute. “We have to abandon this
world now, there is nothing left here for me,” he choked out.
A deafening crack split the air. The ground
beneath them gave way, and they were suspended along with the M Units' ship in a vortex of blinding light.
Vera’s words echoed as they were pulled into the void.
“The choice has been made.”
**AND CUT**
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Let's hope the next timeline they land on is a good one. They need to catch a break.
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