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When you learned that you were teaming up with a magical girl, you expected a tiny preteen in a dress with sparkles. Not a 6’4 behemoth wearing bright pink body armor wielding a machine gun.
[This is a lot longer than I intended but I think it's cool.]
"Pink actually IS my favorite color!"
I hear the voice of someone you'd think the armor was specifically designed for, which makes sense, it's magic. This was, as he called himself, including in all forms of signature, Candy. Maybe the suit was sweet or something.
"I'm pretty sure the last wielder of the wand didn't have this massive helmet though. Or rockets."
Very little would have to be added to the suit for it to be called a full on mech.
The battlefield looms before me, dusty, flat earth. The sky is too big. This place was made for a battle, I can tell. I kick the ground with one heel, and a small garden trowel emerges from the dust and flies into my hand, still vibrating from the impact. Not the weapon I would typically use, but this place at least seems to be playing fair.
"Who are we fighting against?" I shout, the wind loud, but not strong, "They didn't tell me much. I think I was a last minute choice."
"Skate." The reflection of the large man in pink shines off of my shovel.
"Isn't he, like, super weak compared to us both?" I remember seeing him only once, and it was when he had been clocked right in the face by a slightly well timed punch from a civilian. Not even someone with powers.
"Apparently, he only recently figured out the full extent of his powers, and that is the entire point of this match." A deep rumbling came under the dust was felt by both of us, and his armor actually started to clang together a bit. Despite this being my first ever match, I did remember someone describing this as being the beginning of it. The dust rose into a large cloud all around us.
"Welcome!! This match seems to be a special one, huh?"
A loud voice cut through the deep rumbling, the voice of Ref, the host of the match. Her voice was honestly kinda annoying. This was the first time I had heard it like this. I see Candy shake his head in the corner of my vision. Clearly he thinks the same.
"It appears that this is your first official match, isn't that right, Spadey?"
She put a horrible emphasis on the nickname, which I probably wouldn't have even hated if it weren't for her.
"That is correct." I try to stay as neutral as possible. I have heard that she can actually put penalties into these games, so I don't want to risk it.
"Not your first game though, Candy. You better show him the works!" The sound of applause is heard through whatever kind of microphone she uses for this.
The dust begins to clear. The light begins to shine more evenly. Candy's armor glows in the light, and actually is painful to look directly at. I hadn't noticed I had been looking directly at it until he pointed towards the figure in the distance.
"I will distract him. Easy for me. You try to slow him down." Candy kicks the ground in a similar way to how I had to get my weapon, but this action launches him into the air. I struggle to take my eyes off of the brilliant sight. Did I see wings?
I twirl the trowel in my hand, then take off, not nearly as quickly as either of them, but just having the trowel helps enough. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with this small of a weapon, but I've done harder things in the past. I was confident that I could beat Skate, even if he did have some kind of new upgrade.
"This is a RIGGED FIGHT!" I hear Skate's voice quite close to me. The dust had picked back up, so the only thing I could see easily was the ground, and Candy still in the air. I do spot a blur of a shadow in the dust, though, and I try to track it. It isn't orbiting me, it seems to be moving quite randomly.
I line up a steady aim, holding my trowel like a throwing knife.
The blur is moving along some line in my vision, at least.
I throw it. It flies perfectly. It leaves my hand with a swish I may never replicate again.
And it collides directly with the blur.
The crowd doesn't seem to notice anything. The applause from before, the audience, they seem to be focused on the literal eye candy of the show.
Not that I needed an audience to do the job.
But this thought does make me hesitate for just barely too long.
The blur is gone, the vague smudge in the dust.
"What are you doing here?" Skate says, his voice close to my ear.
The trowel returns to my hand and I slash into the air, hitting nothing.
I feel just two fingers on my chin, I cannot see the source, but time slows as they twist my head to the side. I see a a small smudge of pink in the obscured sky before I hear a snap.
My first match is a loss, and I open my eyes slowly as if I had just woken up from a deep sleep. A table in the middle of the room has a glass of lemon water, and above each of the other contestant chairs is a large monitor, with both of their points of view on screen. Mine is black.
Naturally, my eyes are drawn to the screen above Skate, watching Candy from the ground as he does a motion that can only be described as a dance, with the magical sparkles and all. I hear cheering from the other side of the wall, as Candy produces a second machine gun, and attaches both of them to his arms, aimed directly at Skate.
I don't want to remember the next part, let alone describe it, but I will say that somehow, the bullets themselves were pinker before entering Skate's body than they were after. I know it was fake, just a weird simulation or alternate world or however it worked, but it was still painful to watch. This kind of stuff in movies doesn't seem as real as this image clearly was.
The crowd cheers wildly. Skate was very clearly correct. The audience only cared about Candy, and I'm not even sure very many of them even knew I was there, even with my introduction.
I grab a small spoon from my pocket and look at my reflection. I don't know what I'm looking for. I close my eyes.
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GOD DAMN.
EVERY SINGLE TIME I DO ONE OF THESE THEY GET LONGER AND LONGER.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW I DID IT. THIS ONE HAD A VERY MINIMAL STORY THAT I THOUGHT OF IMMEDIATELY AFTER READING THE PROMPT.
Probably because it is a part of something else. It's easier to make up smaller stories if you make them part of the same world.
This is, however, helping me flesh out what I think the general plot might be if I were to make this into an actual book. Which I probably will.
It was actually challenging to try to focus on the main inspiration behind the writing prompt, that being Candy. I don't think I did as good of a job as I could have in that regard, but this works well in the world it is made for.
Alright this whole thing is too long bye.
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