Reboot ch. 1: The Greatest

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Y/N’s POV: Sylvia, Wander, and I stood on a hill and overlooked Lord Hater’s invasion of Binglebop. The three of us pretended to be serious for a moment, but lost it as soon as Wander saw the town down the hill. "WOW!! What a neat little town! There’s a little park, and cute little buildings, games, and rides and-" Sylvia stopped him. "Rotting in one of Lord Hater’s cells for the rest of our lives… sorry Wander, but I don't think so." I was getting a feeling that Wander was going to sneak off. And as if right on queue, Wander grabbed my hand. I slightly blushed, okay, I may or may not have a little crush on Wander. I know, I know, weird, he looks like a furry orange spoon, but I like him for his personality, not his looks. I got out of my daydream to see we were already all the way down the hill and walking to the watchdogs. "Howdy fellas, folks call me Wander, this is my friend Y/N, and we really like your town!" "hi…” I said, and one of the watchdogs waved at us with what I think was a smile. "WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!" Wander yelled. Then… the watchdogs grabbed us. "Take 'em to Lord Hater!" a random watchdog yelled. Then, all the watchdogs started chanting "Hate’s great! Best villain!” I heard Sylvia yell something, and I looked up a little to see her kicking the watchdogs' butts. Man, she was awesome. The ride really didn't hurt at all, though. It actually felt kinda like I was being massaged. These watchdogs could really be talented masseuses if they stopped being evil. Heck, I couldn't even hear what Wander was saying because the massage felt so good. Then I finally heard Wander say, "will ya stop?" The watchdogs and I looked at him, a bit confused. "So you can finally have a day off… and enjoy the fair!" All of the watchdogs looked at him and smiled (as much as a person with an eye for a face could smile) then went off to play at the fair. Wander, Sylvia, and I were walking around to see if everyone was having fun (including ourselves) because well… that’s kind of our thing. "That was a blast!" Sylvia laughed. "I know, right? That was awesome!" I responded. "HALT IN THE NAME OF LORD HATER!!!" Someone yelled, as I felt a laser blaster poke my back. "TURN AROUND!" The man yelled. I turned around slowly, as if he were about to shoot me. I got a good look at him, and he looked like the other watchdogs except with a different helmet, he was also slightly shorter. He looked at me, looked at Wander, and pointed his blaster at Wander. Wander knocked the blaster out of his hand and said, "look at you and your little hat, you are so cute I can't stand it! TRADE!!!!" Wander swapped hats with the little man, now he was wearing Wander’s hat and Wander was wearing his helmet. I laughed a little, causing the little man to scowl at me, in his little eyeball way. Then I saw the camera in Sylvia’s hands as she said "say cheese!" "NO, NOT THE FLASH, NOT THE FLASH!!!" the man screamed, but the flash went off. The little man fell over in pain, clutching his near bloodshot eye while screaming. I felt really bad for him, it must really suck to have an eyeball for a head. I couldn’t even imagine. So of course, I helped him over to one side of the ring of watchdogs so I could help him. I got a bottle of water and a washrag from my bag (you never know when you might need a washrag!). I poured some of the water on the washrag and started washing out his eye. "Ow! Be careful!" he said, probably thinking it was one of the watchdogs. "Oh, uh, sorry." I said. "Wait… who are you?!" he exclaimed, still unable to see. "Wander and Sylvia’s friend," I respond. Then, I ran back over to Wander and Sylvia, leaving the man there with my washrag. Oh well, I have other ones, and he certainly needed that one. I then heard Lord Hater shouting. It was really loud, so I covered my ears and closed my eyes. Then, once I uncovered my ears and reopened my eyes, I realized that Wander and Lord Hater were doing a bunch of stupid contests and carnival games. "HEY YOU!" the man with the helmet ran over. "Thanks for helping me. I wouldn’t have expected that from an enemy." He said. "Oh it’s really no problem, my names Y/N, what's yours?" I asked, confident. "I’m Commander Peepers." He responded. "Oh, that reminds me, here’s your washrag back. I wouldn't want to keep something from the enemy." Peepers said as he held my washrag in his hand. "Uh… thanks? I'm happy to help you, it’s kinda… my thing. And Wander’s." I respond. We awkwardly stared at each other for a moment. Then, he ran off as he heard Lord Hater yell, "IT'S NOT FAIR!!! I SHOULD’VE WON THE TROPHY, I'M THE GREATEST IN THE GALAXY!!!!"