As they walked across a barren sidewalk, Joker looked down at the invitations. “Six,” He said. “I got six of them. And we’ve got another one, right, Plant?” Plant showed him the fifth invitation. “Okay, good. Let’s see now, who’s it to? ‘Byleth?’ Let’s get to ‘em then. It says they’re at a monastery. Let’s get there quick!”
After a day of walking, they finally reached the monastery.
“Here we… are?” Joker said. Everyone’s walking slowed. The monastery was in ruin. “Are you sure this is the right place?” Terry asked.
“Yeah, it’s- it’s gotta be,” Joker replied. “How many monasteries do you think there is around here?”
“Fair enough.” Terry said. Joker sulked slightly. “Huh. So what are we going to do now?” Plant pointed towards the right of the building at a pile of dirt and trash. “Uh… What? Oh, maybe there’s some trash that feels more like trash than I do right now.” Joker sighed. He walked over to it and found a few pieces of technology. “Huh. I guess we should put these together?”
A few hours later, they had made a machine that looked like a small ray gun. Everyone stood there, puzzled. They all had roughly the same reaction. “Uh? What? A small ray gun?” “What?” “Well, it’s a gun.” “Uh…”
Joker finally decided to shoot it. “Y’know, I know how to wield a GUN. So, uh…” One shot had made a flat rift in space-time, with a view of another world in it. “Alright, gang, Let’s go in.”
They all stepped into the portal. They were met with a tall man with a grey mustache and mute green clothing. “Um, hi?” Joker tried to approach. But the man just stomped his foot and sighed. “Oh, hi! Are you evil? No? Okay, good. It kind of feels like it’s me vs. the world sometimes!”
- Offscreen rimshot* “Oh, I’m really sorry if my drumming bothered you!”
The man started up again. “Ahem, anyway, my name is Baltha--”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, we don’t need your life story. We need to get to a monastery that isn’t decrepit.” The man just stood there in awe. ‘Funny, they didn’t look like people from a monastery.”
Through the second portal, they found themselves in what seemed to be a 30’s cartoon, with a short man with a cup for a head shooting with his finger. Hero stood, baffled. “And I thought the other place was weird.” “Portal 3 time! Let’s go!” They jumped through the third portal. In this third world, there was a short man who seemed to be a teenager standing over them, a smile barely being noticeable on his face before it faded to an angry frown. “Alright, who are you?” Joker said. “The name’s Kuzco--Emperor Kuzco. And who are you, thinking you can pop out of thin air and throw off my groove?” The teen replied. Joker sighed. “Does it matter?” He said, as he jumped into a fourth portal.
This was it. The monastery. Joker stared at a gatekeeper. “Oh, hi.” At that exact moment, Byleth walked out of the building. “Oh, of course, no problem, Claude,” She said. “Uh, gatekeeper?” The gatekeeper spoke. “Greetings, professor. Something to report. Man, that feels weird to say. Um, these guys fell out of thin air.” Byleth looked at them, perplexed. “Huh… What’s with the cup?” Everyone sprang to their feet and looked behind them. “What?” The cup shooty guy had followed them there!
-~! The End !~-
My opinion on Byleth? Meh. There were better choices, but in the end, That’s what we got!
Goldsith Out, Peace!