EM 3: The Redemption/Defeat of Prescott: Before the Battle
Mickey, Oswald and Gus jumped out of the final projector screen and looked around. It seemed that they were in some sort of camp with a few gremlins milling around. Among them were Jamface, who was obviously the leader of the group, Calvin, Sparks and Markus. They all looked up at the trio with grim looks on their faces.
"Good Luck. You'll need it." Calvin said quietly patting the hero's shoulders. Sparks didn't say anything but he nodded at them and looked at Gus with fear in his eyes. Gus patted his back and directed him over to Jamface, who stood in front of the brothers with his arms crossed.
"This is it, I guess." He said to them without his usual bravado. Looking up at them, he met their eyes before closing them and sighing. "Do whatever you can to stop him, s'il vous plaît. He's gone on like this for too long."
They nodded and started walking towards the junkyard where Prescott was when Mickey was pulled back. He looked up and saw that Markus had grabbed his arm with tears in his eyes. He let go with a small smile but his eyes were anxious and his body language showed that he was very nervous of what laid ahead.
"P-Please…Please save Prescott. Please, that's all I-we ask of you." Markus said his voce cracking at the end. He rubbed his eyes and floated back over to the others, trying his best not to break down right now.
Mickey stared back at him and at the others. Inside, he was hoping to do the right thing and do whatever it takes to save Prescott but another side of him was fighting against that. They wanted to see him die if it happened. It told him it was for the best and Prescott could go away in peace and not hurt anybody else, forever. These decisions played in his mind until he bumped into Oswald and Gus, who had been walking to the junkyard entrance for the past five minutes. They were a distance away from the camp where they would not be harmed.
"You ready?" Oswald asked him determinedly. Mickey nodded at him with his best hero's smile and looked over at Gus. He gave them a thumbs up but the worry still showed in his eyes. They faced the entrance as the winds blew an eerie sound in their ears and the rustling of scrap metal moved across the grounds. They walked in and the gates closed with a slam, the lock rustling and wires shaking.
They moved slowly throughout the junkyard the hums of a machine filling the air. That's when they heard his scream. He screamed in pain and agony and shouting, "I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN!"
"PRESCOTT!" The trio shouted and hurried their pace towards the captive gremlin. There were too late though, for as they reached where he was, they saw the machine electrocute the poor gremlin and another machine injecting some sort of odd substance. Oswald tried to turn off the machine and Gus and Mickey tried their best to get the restrains off him but they were shocked and knocked back into Oswald. They fell to the ground and Prescott looked at them with tear filled eyes.
"I'm so sorry." He managed to whisper before the machines reached their limits, plates turning red-hot, gears spinning out of control and the sudden explosion between the two machines.
The remaining toons covered themselves from the flying debris and coughed as the dust settled. They looked up and saw that the table, and Prescott, was gone.
"W-Where did he go?" Gus asked in a worried voice looking around. The brothers joined him and silence filled the air. Then, there was movement behind them and they turned around. Their faces paled as they looked from the ground and up to the sky were thunder sounded and illuminated a toon's face.
"P-Prescott?" Mickey gasped in horror at the sight of him. Prescott, almost a complete animatronic, growled down at them through his normal and one red eye, his clothes torn and the straps from the table still clutched his arms, his power belt was gone but was replaced with a diamond shaped piece in the center of his stomach. He stood up, towering over them and let out a split-screeching roar. The trio covered their ears but were soon grabbed by him and chucked them to another area of the junkyard.
They landed roughly on a rectangular concrete area. On either side were two guardian pools, one filled with Turps and the other Tints. The trio heard crashing noises as metal pieces were stepped on by the heavy boots of the animatronic and had almost enough time to get out of the way of Prescott's fists smash the ground. They got up and watched as Prescott stared down at them and let out another metallic roar. Suddenly, he stopped and went into some sort of spasm. It stopped and he looked down at them as if he were out of a trance.
"G-Guys?" He asked in a scared voice and gripped his head as he groaned in pain and his body shook.
"Prescott! We're gonna get you back to normal as soon as we can!" Oswald shouted but yelped and jumped back when Prescott's fist came crashing down again.
"Prescott! You have to fight whatever is controlling you! Don't let it take you over!" Gus also shouted and avoided a boulder that was shot out of one of the canons on top Prescott's head.
Mickey rolled to the side and looked up at Prescott. Prescott met his eyes and struggled to say something. Mickey grabbed the paintbrush off his back and bit his lip in anticipation. Finally, the words tumbled out of his mouth. "Please, save me. If you can't, j-j-ju…just do what you have to do!"
Those were his final words as he froze in place and the robotic half of him took over. His red eye glowed dangerously and the gears in him started spinning. There was a whirring, high-pitched noise and the center piece started glowing red in the middle.
"Look out!" Mickey cried and the toons dodged the laser aimed towards the ground. It moved left, right and went back into the center. It disappeared, leaving a curved black line in the ground. Prescott roared again and moved again to attack.
Mickey had no choice. Spinning the brush in his hand, he looked over to Oswald and at Gus. They looked nervous, but it was replaced with determination and they nodded. Mickey nodded back and looked back up at Prescott, the words of Jamface and Markus ringing through his mind.
What would he do? Would he follow Jamface's word and use thinner? Or would he listen to the pleas of Markus and use paint? The choice was ultimately his, but the consequences remain the same.