[joey7x]

Okay, I finally decided to get this off my chest. I started this project way back in august and have been wittling away at it bit by bit, little by little. So after forcing myself to transfer ink to electronic, here it is my very first FMG story ever.  *big sigh*…. 

Notes:

1. The author in no way way claims ownership of the characters, original story or any other intellectual properties belonging  to the original creator.

2. This story takes place during the time in Morty's epilogue, when the tournament is still cancelled

3. Yes, I am using dub names and terms. Deal.

Spirit form
Joey7x

Everywhere she looked…Destruction.

Her friends lay in demolished heaps on the battle ruined ground. All them defeated by one…force was the only and indded the best way to describe it.

The way it just stood there. In the center of the rubble of the collapsed inn, brought down by it's fury. It sent chills down her spine.

One warrior was strong enough to stand against the force's cold brutality. He was now hanging limply in it's grasp. Why didn't it finish him, like all of the other ?  One blow would be all that was necessary.

A bulging arm brought the warrior's face level with it's own. His eye's blank stare was by it's own unwavering gaze It's lips met his in a passionate kiss.

This was new for a premonition of encroaching doom.

Now she was confused. In the blink of  an eye this thing had destroyed their home, massacred her companions and now it was lip-locking with her best friend?

In her puzzled state, she accidentally let a terrified squeak escape her thoat.

In turned around furiously, It's eyes an odd mix of rage and desire. The warrior still in it grip, It began a death march towards her. Thick, powerful legs further destroyed the ground.

The hulking figure stopped mere inches away from the visibly shaking girl. By the way it's ample chest calmly rose and fell, She could tell that the short battle hadn't even phased it.

She glanced at her friend, the fallen warrior currently in the monster's cruel hand's. Inwardly, she had to smile at his vain attempts to pry himself free. The sound of an annoyed grunt caused her look up into it's eyes.

"oops."

It's left arm raised into the air, an action that was almost second nature. she felt tears welling up in her eyes. This wasn't fair. What had she done to deserve this? Interupted some kind of twisted make-out session? She sighed as she saw it first stretch it's fingers and then line them up in perfect uniform. It sneered as it's hand crashed down in a blur.

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Outside, booming thunder shook the windows.

Tamara woke up in a cold sweat, a common occurence after one of her premonitions. She took a few deep breaths to bring about some semblance of calm.  She rubbed the remaining tired from her eyes. No way was she going back to sleep.  Rather than sit in her room trying to decipher the vision's ultimae meaning she decided to just start her chores early.

"If I work quickly, Maybe Anna won't yell too much." she mused as she began her morning cleanup routine. She didn't think she would have the strength to take a slap today.

Her dream was now a fading memory as she dressed herself, but the message was resoundingly clear…

Something huge was coming to the Funbari Hill…

[Vollar-Tile]

You've got my interest. The behemoth has a cool eerie, mysterious feeling to it(she?), maybe with a dash of anime-eqsue twistedness (hmm… that's not a word is it?). And it's one of the animes I'm more familiar with (yea, through Fox. What can I say? I'm not very choicey about free TV).

This also looks like it's got a strong quality and potential intrique to it, and there's not many FMG-genere, anime-based fics out there.

Be looking for out for more!  😀

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