#I think dimensional-links was one of those? so uh check that one out at least

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I have so many Links Meet ideas that I can’t do because I am already working on three of them. I’ll be sharing just one of them for this post. For now, I’ll be calling it:

The Four of Us

So most of us are familiar with The Hero of the Minish, Link from the Minish Cap, Forger of the Four Sword, all of that. He’s the second hero after that comes after the Hero of the Sky, from Skyward Sword, the Hero of Men coming before MC Link.

So do you remember the Timeshift Stones from SkSw? Yeah, what if MC Link struck one with the Four Sword? And the Minish magic within it reacted to the stone and Mini somehow gets to meet the different owners of the Four Sword. They all get sent to Mini’s time.

Here’s the basic cast:

Forger, from the game The Minish Cap. His sword can create temporary copies of himself that mirror his movements. He’s like, a few years older than after his adventure, around 13 years old. He’s tiny and looks basically the same as he did when he was 10. Hobbies are collecting figurines and napping. Constant bed head hidden underneath his hat. He’s basically the leader.

Team Four, from the game A Link to the Past & Four Swords. His sword can change him into four different “Links,” Gene, Rory, Bo, and Paige. They’re all actually different people that are stuck being Links. This is in reference to the mandatory multiplayer aspect of the game, which I thought it would be neat. They’re represented as fairies when the sword’s power isn’t used. In video game terms, it’s like Gene is the one holding the controller and moving Link around while the other three players are following him around as fairies. Link, the body, is like 14, two years after the original adventure, but the Team are all around 15-18. Some notes, only Gene is okay with being called Link, Rory is the best fighter, Bo is the smart one, and Paige is the girl. They have actual personalities but I don’t feel like talking about them rn

Clover, from the game Four Swords Adventures. His sword can duplicate him into three other Links, Crimson, Navy, and Indigo. They are all effectively a hive mind, having no separate personalities of their own, Clover simply named them all for fun because he’s extremely lonely. He has no family or friends. Princess Zelda is the closest thing he has to a friend, but he always feels really awkward around her. Cause you know, princess. Also he’s like 10 and has just finished his adventure. He’s selectively mute, and completely mute when duplicated.

Yellow, from the Four Swords manga. His sword can split him into four different Links, Green, Red, Blue, and Vio. It’s been a few years after his adventure, he’s 15, you all know this guy. Shadow is also there, in Yellow’s shadow. He can’t speak, and is very invested in messing with everyone in anyway he can. Without Yellow figuring out he’s still alive, of course.

I’m also thinking that eventually they meet the Link to the Past Link, as he did technically have the 4Sword at one point. soooo:

Fixer, from the game A Link to the Past & Four Swords. He has pink hair is trying to figure out the secrets behind the Four Sword. With the help of the Royal Family and his Uncle. He hasn’t gone through the events of the Oracle games yet, or maybe he’s just a different Link altogether? I don’t know yet. But he is like 12-13, he’s not doing anything serious regarding the 4Sword just yet. But he and everyone else are very, very curious about it and the Palace of the Four Sword.

The plot would be Forger trying to help the other Links get back to their own times, real basic, and it would have a pretty lighthearted tone overall.

That’s just about it. Maybe I’ll draw these guys eventually, but I dunno what else lol.

[yoshichao]

the Smashers and their Host Ch13 Preview

Series: Super Smash Bros.

Characters: Reader, Literally Everyone In Super Smash Bros Ultimate

Summary:  You're an inter-dimensional being that owns a huge estate situated on the cusp of spacetime. You've been asked to rent out your mansion for the upcoming Super Smash Bros. tournament. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Reader-Insert, Romantic & Platonic Harem, Comedy, Fluff, No Smut

Read the fic here!

[So after a year, I finally finished chapter 11... During my writer’s block, I actually started on what was then going to be chapter 12, but I’ve seen then squeezed another chapter between them in the plans. So, if all goes according to plan, this will be May’s update. Anyways, I feel like posting it so!! It’s not as meaty as the chapter 11 preview - this one is only about 2k words instead of a whopping 13k - but I hope you enjoy regardless!]

You can’t help but stare as the roller coaster above slowly reaches its peak before plummeting downwards, accompanied by a chorus of screams. Just watching the cars zip through loops and corkscrews makes your head spin, and you find yourself grateful that you aren’t on that particular ride. You don’t know if your heart could take it.

The repairs at the mansion finished with accompanying fanfare (well, in your head, at least) and you thought you’d be able to sit back and relax for a bit. Your new life had other plans, of course, and the Smashers were absolutely insatiable, so you had been invited to join them to an amusement park. Honestly, you should have declined - you wanted to! - but…

“Pleaaaaase?” Roy had been the one to ask you to join them, giving you puppy dog eyes as he held the brochure out. The park was in a place called Nimbasa City - recently expanded! grand re-opening! - which you recognized as a place in the Pokemon universe. 

“You know you can go without me, right?” you tried, still feeling worn out from all the Social Activities and babysitting you’ve been doing lately. The other day, you found DK using Pac-man as a bowling ball to “prank” anyone wandering the halls. Then the following day, you’re pretty sure Villager and Toon Link had a slingshot competition with the mansions’ windows. And then the day after that, Leaf helped you play detective to find out who was stealing all the speakers throughout the mansion, just to find Diddy Kong using them to create a “gaming set-up fit for a king”. 

Why.

Completely oblivious to your weariness, Roy’s expression remained enthusiastic, even when he gave you a mock-frown. “Sure, but, you said we would hang out together next time everyone was doing something!”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you did!”

Oh right, you did. You did say that after he wasn’t invited to the sleepover. Curse you and your desire to keep everyone happy! Now you have to go!

And so, after someone consulted Master Hand about building a temporary transporter directly to Nimbasa City, here you are.

“Whoa, it’s even cooler than in the pictures!” Roy, determined to take you up on your offer to spend time together, arrived via teleporter alongside you. While the mansion has been abuzz over another multiverse outing, you have no idea who actually intended on going. It’s already midday, so there are probably plenty of Smashers already here…

Pulling your gaze away from the roller coaster, you notice that your redheaded companion was also staring intently at the Rayquaza-themed deathtrap. His expression is strained, leading you to believe the both of you are thinking the same thing.

“Why don’t we start with getting something to eat?” you suggest, thinking of the safest option possible. Oh, but if you end up going on rides with a full stomach… Hm, maybe that’s not as safe as you thought. But Roy eagerly takes your suggestion and you have no choice but to follow him to the food court.

“That’s a great idea! I’m dying to see what kind of food this world has!”

You can’t help but agree, but his words have curiosity bubbling within you. “Have you never visited the Pokemon world before?”

“Only once, during Melee!” His grin is almost infectious, though it mellows out as he continues talking. “We never came out here during the last tournament season! ...Or at least, not while I was around.” Roy frowns a moment before putting on another smile, though this one seems a bit more forced. “Melee’s whole thing though was that we were travelling to a new universe for each round of the tournament. For the Pokemon world though, we took a blimp to the stadium, so we didn’t really get to explore…”

That’s right - you forgot Roy was technically only invited to one full tournament, so he wouldn’t have had as much time to relax and travel around with the others. It was only by popular demand that he was invited for the “extra” tournaments, appearing alongside Ryu as a secret opponent for the champions of the mini doubles tournament. They’d both go on to appear in the remaining tournaments and random matchups of the season. While that would have given him a few months to participate in fun activities with the others, you have to imagine a lot of that slows down during tournament season.

“But, a few Smashers and I snuck out between matches to check out the local town.” Roy continues his story sheepishly, smiling fondly at the memory. “And then we uh, went a bit too far… got lost in a cave… We made it back just in time for our next match, but Master Hand really gave us an earful…” He laughs awkwardly, and you find yourself snickering at the idea of Master Hand panicking when he discovered some of his hotshot superstars have gone missing. 

“Who all went with you?”

He counts them off on his fingers as he lists everyone. “Me, Pichu, Young Link, Popo, Nana... oh, and Ness. Pikachu ended up being the one who found us lost in the cave.”

You can just imagine the six of them running in circles trying to find the exit, just to have Pikachu show up and use its familiarity of the region to lead them out in mere minutes. 

...Huh. Funny, most of those six are Smashers that didn’t get invited back every year afterwards. And you remember there had once been rumours that Ness wasn’t going to be invited back to Brawl…

...Eh, probably just a coincidence. Master Hand wouldn’t exclude someone over an incident like that.

“I’m surprised Pikachu didn’t try to get you even more lost on purpose,” you say offhandedly. Roy’s expression is surprisingly contemplative.

“Nah, Pikachu used to be cool back then. Like, sure he liked to hype up the crowd, but outside of matches he was really chill.” He pauses. “I was surprised to find out he kind of became a jerk. Apparently he’s just been that way since the start of Brawl.”

“Really?” And here you thought the first tournament had been the catalyst to its inflated ego, where the electric rodent had won both the singles and the doubles tournaments that season. Pikachu’s record during Melee was pretty average… maybe something else happened between that and Brawl? An event none of the Smashers would have known about? 

Roy shrugs - he’s just in the dark about it as you are - and you notice you’ve arrived at the food court, signalling the end of the conversation. You spot a Pansage, a Panpour, and a Pansear behind a long counter. Pansage takes orders and hands them to the other two monkeys, who then proceed to rush around unnecessarily chaotically to put the order together. This seems like the type of environment where mistakes are easily made, but a lot of people seem to be eating food from here, so apparently they know what they’re doing…?

You end up ordering a Rawst Burger and a lemonade, while Roy gets a corn dog and a soda pop. On your way to finding somewhere to sit, you spot Falco getting his hot dog stolen by the Duck Hunt Dog. You’re glad he’s too far to notice you laughing.

“Look, there’s space at that table!” Your attention is brought back to Roy, who is pointing at a table with only one other person sitting at it. Coincidentally, the spiky blond haired dude there is someone you recognize as part of the Smash crew. Roy takes longer to recognize him - it’s not until you’ve both rounded the table to sit across from the swordsman that he addresses him.

“Oh hey, you’re that guy… uh, Rain, was it?”

When the blond looks up and you see his face, an involuntary snort arises from your throat as you try to hold back laughter.

“It’s Cloud. Cloud Strife.” Apparently they offer facepainting somewhere at the park, because Cloud’s face is covered in ink that resembles a bunny. When combined with his completely serious expression, you have to hide a smile behind your hand as you sit down. 

“Right, that’s it. I knew that.” Roy sits next to you, raising an eyebrow at the swordsman across from you two. “What’s on your face?”

“It’s a rabbit.”

“I guess someone is offering facepainting somewhere?” you clarify helpfully, and Roy’s face lights up in recognition.

“Oh! That sounds fun.” He looks to you with enthusiasm. “Hey, what animal do you think I should get? Heh, probably something fierce, like a lion, or--”

“A puppy,” you reply without hesitation, interrupting his own ideas. Roy looked shocked at your suggestion - almost even offended. Whoops. 

“A-A puppy? Not like… a bigger dog? A wolf, maybe…?”

“I think a puppy would suit you as well,” Cloud agrees. Roy’s jaw drops as he’s left struggling for an objection, but Cloud moves the conversation before he can say anything. “They also do portraits - look.”

He hands you a large rolled up piece of canvas paper that you’ve been curious about for awhile now before returning to picking at his funnel cake (mm, you gotta get one of those later). Roy leans into your personal space to take a look as you unroll it.

Oh my. That is certainly a caricature. 

Roy almost immediately lets out a laugh. “Wo-ow! That would explain your face.”

The canvas blocks your vision so you can’t see Cloud’s face, but you can hear him exhale deeply. Rolling the portrait back up, you place it down on the table.

“I like the style! The art is very clean.” You’ve seen a lot of skill levels in the art found in your mansion, so it’s pretty easy to think outside of “bad” and “good”. Then of course, there’s your own art to consider… yeesh. “I think the artist really captured your character.”

“That’s what I thought,” Cloud responds with a nod, relaxing in the seat. Roy snorts beside you, and you refrain from elbowing him quiet in favour of shooting him a wry look.

“What, you think you could do better?”

Your challenge seems to actually take him off guard, and he fumbles to regain his confidence. “Uh… pfft. Of course. Anyone could do that.” He tries to laugh confidently, but there’s a clear nervous edge to it. Refusing to show him mercy, you play along by feigning amazement.

“Really? Wow, I’d love to see that. Maybe we should have an art show back at the mansion! Wouldn’t that be fun?”

“O-Ooh, I mean… You really think people would be interested in that…?”

Cloud recognizes the game you are playing and chimes in with an immediate “I would”. You do a gesture as if to say “see??”, smiling bright and devious until his resolve finally breaks.

“F-Fine! I’ll do it! But don’t say I didn’t warn you, cuz I’m… really good!!” His voice shakes with anxiety at the end, and it takes all you have not to burst out laughing. This is good. This is so good. You’ll have to file this “art show” idea away for down the road, so you can spring it on him again unexpectedly. Although, torture and humiliation aside, you actually suddenly are curious if any of the Smashers are secretly artists. 

“Yes! I’m looking forward to it!” With a grin, you end the conversation by finally picking up your burger and taking a bite into it. Huh, it tastes… fruity. Bitter. Wait, that must be because there are Rawst Berries used in it. Guess you should have seen this coming. You don’t hate it, but the taste has definitely taken you off-guard and you’re not sure you like the mix of meat and berry. 

You must have been making a face because Cloud slides his funnel cake plate halfway across the table. “Here. I probably won’t finish it anyways.”

Forgetting about his previous worries, Roy smiles and reaches for the plate. “Ooh, don’t mind if I do--” To his dismay, Cloud hits his hand away.

“I didn’t offer it to you.”

Roy looks torn. You’d feel bad for him if it wasn’t so funny. Likewise, you usually try to politely decline gifts so as to not seem greedy, but you are enjoying having fun at Roy’s expense. “Thanks!” You put down the burger and reach for a piece of the doughy, sugary treat. Ripping it off, you pop it in your mouth and audibly hum in delight. Hehe, you’re a real devil!! If you wanted to be really mean, you could mention how sad it is that Roy can’t know how good this is, but you are not that cruel. Not right now, at least.

Between stealing chunks of funnel cake and continuing to try finishing the burger (nnnnnope, still tastes weird!), you let your mind wander to thoughts regarding the swordsman across from you. Back in the day, Cloud was a popular request to join the tournament despite existing extremely far away from the bubble of universes Master Hand typically picked from. When he was announced as a surprise participant in the final Super Smash Bros. 4 season tournament, fans exploded with excitement. You were honestly surprised to see him on the list for the Ultimate roster - you hear that Cloud Strife is a tough guy to work with and that’s why he doesn’t make many multiverse appearances despite his popularity. Not even the heads of the more local Playstation All-Stars tournament could get him. Master Hand must have really pulled some strings to get him to participate in Smash not once, but twice.

[...and that is unfortunately all I have. See you next month for chapter 12!]

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[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Idle thought: what if a particularly troublemaking reality warping fifth dimensional imp decided to "roleswap" the alternate universe "twins"? Dunno if this means everyone would still have the same powers or not. But I guess that'd mean Kara would suddenly be a forensic scientist, Barry would be a reporter, James would.... still be a reporter, Iris would be a vigilante and a reporter, Winn and Alex would both work at a lab, Cisco and Caitlin would work at a black ops organization...

A few things:

- This is a Very Good Idle Thought- So good, in fact, that I wrote a thing inspired by this Idle Thought (so, thank you!)- It was, though, written at like…twelve at night, so who knows if it makes any degree of sense. Also, beware of spelling and grammar errors. (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

…

Karadoesn’t notice that something is…off…untilshe’s at the precinct, flipping through some case files when she atlast realizes:

Ihave no idea what I’m looking at.

Dozensof notes written in shorthand that should meansomething to her, but the longer she squints and stares, the lesssense they seem to make.

Shereads through the rest of the files, hoping something will jump out,look familiar at thevery least.

Shegets a sour stomach for her troubles.

“Lookinga bit green around the gills, Miss Danvers,” John says to her asshe rushes to the nearest restroom. (But where the heck isit, she should know this, she’s worked here for…for…uhhhhhh….)

“You’reone to talk,” she shoots back miserably. John looks just asconfused as she feels because honestly? That comeback doesn’t makeany sense. John Joneshas been working homicide longer than Kara’s been alive.Probably.

“…Areyou alright?” Instead of reprimanding her—which she wouldabsolutely deserve, after a remark like that—he expresses mildconcern, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“…Idon’t know,” Kara admits, rubbing the side of her face.

“Ithink,” John says gently, “that perhaps it would be best for youto go home early today.”

Karasquints.

“Idon’t think that’s allowed, John. Er—” She winces. What is wrongwith her? Calling him by hisfirst name at work—! “I mean. Detective Jones.”

Johnraises an eyebrow, but very kindly ignores her second screw up.“Won’t be a problem,” he assures her. “Especiallygiven…recent events.”

Karanods slowly.

“…Right,yes.” She moves to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose, andends up stabbing herself in the eye. You’ve never wornglasses before in your life.“Which would be…what, exactly?”

John,at last, stares at her like she’s grown a second head. (Or, perhaps,like she’s just stabbed herself in the eye with her own finger.Either way.) “The….coma?”

“Oh!Oh, ha, yeah, the coma.” Kara chuckles. And then. “Wait. Coma?!”

Karadoes not go home, in spite of John’s (very sound) advice to do so.Instead, she spends the rest of the morning frantically Googlingbrain injuries, amnesia, and whether or not that sort of thing istypically linked to nine-month-long comas.

Afterthe fifth or sixth (terrifying) web diagnosis, Kara shoves her laptopaside and drops her head into her hands, massaging her temples as shetries to make sense of all of this.

Shecan’t remember the coma. Which, okay, is probably not something tofreak out over. The whole pointof comas is that you’re virtually dead to the world while you’re inone, right?

Andshe does remembersleeping for a really long time…at some point…? Sothat’s…something. Maybe?

And…andthat might explain why she’s been so out of sorts. If she hasn’t beenkeeping to her routine due to being down and out for nearly a year,then of course everything is going to feel vaguely weird and…off.

Karasighs. Learning that she was in a coma for nine months might actuallybe the best news she’s had all morning.

Thatthought is depressing enough to set her off on a search for coffee.

Shedoesn’t panic this time, when she can’t immediately remember wherethe communal coffee maker is. Instead, she calmly wanders down to thefirst floor to get her bearings. Surely, something will lookfamiliar, and maybe trigger some sort of memory.

Unfortunately,the only thing that’s familiar? Is John’s frowning face.

Sheknows that expression very well.

“MissDanvers, you’re still here?” he asks. She nods.

“I’mfeeling much better,” she lies, “I don’t need to go home. Really.I’m fine.”

“That’svery good to hear,” John says, “but not what I was referring to.”

Karasuppresses a groan. Great. She’s forgotten something else.“What now?” she mutters desperately.

“Youstill have some time,” John tells her. “If you hurry, you canmake your appointment.”

“Myappointment,” Kara repeats slowly. Okay, okay, she can do this.She’s a forensic scientist. (Apparently?) She can solve this mystery.“With…a health care professional. I assume.”

“Areyou asking me?”

“Pssssh,no. I absolutely knowthat I have an appointment with…someone. Obviously.”

“CatGrant.”

“Right!Cat Grant. I—I have an appointment with the Queen of all Media?”

“…Comeagain?”

“No,that's—” Kara frowns in concentration. “Not…not Queen ofall…Dr. Grant runs STAR Labs,” she says, not entirely sure whereshe’s pulled that bit of information from. “I have to go…to STARLabs.”

“Andyou’d better hurry,” John tells her, patting her on the shoulder.“Otherwise you’ll be late. Again.”

Karafully intends on taking a bus to STAR Labs. Really, she does.

Butshe misses the bus, and then she has to jog to the next stop, andthat’s…

Whenthings get a little weird.

Well,weirder, anyway.

Becauseone minute, she’s hurrying down the sidewalk, just about to breakinto a sprint, and then the next…the next the city street isblurring around her, indistinct, like looking through a rain-soakedwindow pane, except all the colors are running horizontally, asopposed to vertical.

Shegasps, and stops running. The city jumps into startling clarity, thesights and sounds seeming to appear suddenly, and out of nowhere.

There’sa crackle of energy—something like static. A car horn blares.

Karajumps, noticing that she’s in the middle of the street (somehow?!?!)and a taxi’s headed straight for her and she has to move—!

Soshe does.

Andends up in the middle of a field, forty minutes outside of town.

“Dr.Grant!”

Ittakes Kara seven tries to stop herself close enough to STAR Labs toactually enter the facility—she’s been overshooting it every timeshe takes a step, and that alone is enough to put a certain amount ofhysteria in her voice, because what?

WHAT?

Sheforces herself to walk through the halls of the building,because any time she starts to run? She travels miles in thespan of seconds and that’s not normal. In fact, it’s very muchthe opposite.

“Dr.Grant!”

Thehalls are eerily quiet—in fact, the entire facility is virtuallyempty, and at first, it’s disconcerting. But then, Kara has thebarest hint of a memory—something about the labs being…condemnedor closed down or…?

Shefollows the spiraling halls to a main office of sorts. She doesn’tknow what compels her to follow that course, but follow it she does.And when the doors slide back, she’s rewarded with a friendly face.

“Winn!”she cries, just barely stopping herself from surging forward, forfear of The Thing happening again. “I remember you!”

“Uh…thanks…?Oh, oh we’re hugging now, okay. I can do this, I can do hugs.”

“Something’swrong, Winn,” Kara says, releasing him from the hasty embrace. Winnsnorts.

“I’llsay,” he chuckles. “I was in that particle accelerator explosiontoo, you know, and you don’t see me suddenly sprouting superpowers.”

Karastiffens. Super powers.

She…yeah.She has those. Super powers.

Butnot…not like this. Not this weird, blurry…staticelectricity thing. She remembers…

Sheremembers cities seen from above, and broken staplers, and her ownblue eyes behind a pair of nondescript glasses—but blue like…likethe bright, hot blue of a flame.

“This…thisisn’t right,” Kara takes a step back and shakes her head.“This…something’s wrong. Really wrong…”

“…Youokay there, Kara?” Winn asks, concerned.

“Idon't—” Kara shakes her head again, trying to make sense of allof this.

“Maybe…maybesit down,” Winn suggests, pulling over the other desk chair. “Sitdown and wait for Dr. Danvers to check you out.”

“No,”Kara says, backing away. “No I’m going to…” Do what,exactly? She doesn’t know, but she should do something.

“You’restarting to freak me out a little bit,” Winn tells her.“Hey…Danvers!” He shouts over his shoulder. “A little help?”

AndKara’s about to go—like, really go, even risk this weirdrunning thing, but a woman with short dark hair appears from one ofthe other labs, brow knit with confusion.

“Whatis it, Wi—” she stops, catching Kara’s eye, and then Kararemembers.

“Alex,”she breathes. Her sister. Her sister on Earth-38, where she isn’tsome sort speedster from Central City, but rather, National City’sGirl of Steel.

Shecan see that Alex remembers as well, the way the features on her faceshift, and then they’re hugging and asking questions and,

“Whathappened?”

Karathinks back to the day before—at least, she hopes it was theday before—when she and Alex had made a quick, impromptu trip toEarth-One after hearing that Barry had been restored, back safe andsound from his not-brief-enough sojourn through the Speed Force.

Anuninvited guest had appeared, though.

“Mxyhappened,” Kara replies darkly, gritting her teeth. “While wewere all having coffee.”

“Theimp guy?” Alex asks. “The one who was going to marry you?”

“Thevery same.”

BothKara and Alex whirl. Sitting in Winn’s chair, grinning wickedly, isthe Fifth Dimension Imp in the Fifth Dimensional flesh.

“Youtwo are very good,” he says, leaning back in the chair. Karascowls.

“Whatdid you do?” she asks.

“WhatI do best!” he exclaims, like it’s the most obvious thing in themultiverse. “Having a little fun, causing a little chaos.” Hebeams. “You were much faster this time around, beat yourrecord by ten whole minutes! The other team isn’t nearly asgood as you, but then, none of them have that unshakable sisterlybond going for them.”

Somethingcold coils in the pit of Kara’s gut.

“Faster…thistime around?”

“Ithink, for this next round, I’m going to have to split you two up,”Mxy declares, standing from his seat. Alex and Kara reflexivelytense, and Kara places herself between the imp and her sister (thoughof course, Alex tries to do the same.)

“Youcan try,” Kara snarls, and she’s prepared to use Barry’s speedto take this guy down.

Butthat would require knowing how to use Barry’s speed, which isdifferent from her own. She charges forward, but overshoots again,and instead of barreling into Mxy, she clips the desk and topplesforward, sending papers flying.

Mxylaughs.

“Hilarious,”he says, pocketing a smart phone that’s appeared out of thin air.“Definitely going on my facebook page. Do you all still usefacebook, in this dimensi—urk!”

Alexhas him in a choke hold.

“Kara,do the lightning thing!” she yells.

“Idon't—what?” Kara struggles to her feet.

“Barrycan throw lightning, right? Do that!”

“Idon’t know how!”

“Alright,”Mxy growls, and snaps his fingers, vanishing from both sight andAlex’s grip. Alex blinks, and looks around.

“What—”

“Enough,”Mxy says, appearing once more. He snaps his fingers, and beforeKara can even react, Alex is gone.

“No!”she shouts, lunging for the imp. This time, she actually hits hertarget, but just as with Alex, his vanishes, and hits another bank ofmonitors.

“Goodeffort,” Mxy says tauntingly, “but even the fastest girl aliveisn’t fast enough to catch me.”

Karaforces herself to her feet with a pained grunt and is about to wipethat smug grin off his face, but Mxy raises his hand…

Andthe world goes dark as the singular sound of a snap echoes in herears.