"The thing about poison, Major, is that it hurts," mocked a black bear with glowing eyes. "Why am I here? What do you want-" The black bear raised a skeletal green hand riddled with spikes and hurled it towards the Major. The spikes impaled the wall a millimeter from his face. "I would advise you not to talk, Major. Otherwise you shall taste my fist," the black bear rasped. The Major gagged. His Health Pack was helping to counter the poison, but not for long. Soon he would die. "Now, Major," the bear spoke, "answer this question and I will stop the poison." The Major nodded. "Where will General Oliver be in a week's time?" The bear asked. Major Evergreen's expression was firm. "You will not break me," he managed through gritting teeth. "So be it," the bear said. "I can always find another major. Well, I have plenty of poison vials to spare." The Major was panicking. He would die and rot in this place. "Think," he thought aloud. "I shall be making my leave then," the black bear said. "Goodbye Major. Too bad-" Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Evergreen. "Wait," he pleaded. "I can tell you where he will be." The bear raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Where is he, then? Do not lie, for I will know." The Major winced. "Stop the poison first." The bear shook his head and wagged a finger. "If you were me, you would get your information first, no?" Evergreen cursed. There was no way he could trick this bear. "He will be landing on Earth," the Major hesitantly revealed, "on the upmost room of the Space Oddity." The bear's face broke into a grin. "Wise choice, Major, choosing to tell and live. No doubt trying to go back and warn my... Friend." Friend? Evergreen's ears perked up. Every single cadet in the Battle Bears Forces had heard of this story. General Oliver once had a friend that had gotten powers that forced Oliver to exile him forever. If he was planning an attack... "I see. You're trying to force yourself to remember every single detail that just happened. If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time trying to do so," the bear spoke. He pulled out a purple syringe and injected a sedative into the Major and walked out of the building while Evergreen blacked out. A moment later, Evergreen could've sworn that Botch wasn't there at all.
"And this, Oliver, is the new Space Oddity," Graham told Oliver. It was a massive ship with more than a 120 laser turrets, modified by Graham himself. "I suppose you know where your room is," Graham said. "It's about lunchtime, so we've packed Batteritos in your room." Batteritos? Everyone in the force, including Oliver, loved Batteritos. They were one of the few things that the army canteen made that wasn't repulsive. Unfortunately, there was this mishap where one of the cooks messed up the ingredients and accidentally added a whole kilogram of jalapeno powder. The bear who ate it spewed fire everywhere for a full minute. Those spicy Batteritos were still in production but no one even dared or bothered to eat them except for Wil. He still spewed fire but it somehow tasted delicious to him. Another food mishap was with the EZ-Cheez and the Whipped Pain. The Cheez was supposed to act as a filling for bread, but it blowed up bears if they had a full can. The Whipped Pain was whipped cream meant to be a garnish for drinks, but they blew you up. Only Wil was daring enough to try to eat the cream and try to survive. It turned out that you could eat 3/4 of the can before blowing up. Another one was... Well, you get the idea. Oliver stepped into the Space Oddity for the first time and walked to his room. As soon as he went in, he opened the freezer expecting a pile of Batteritos. To his dismay, he only found a few spicy 1-kilogram jalapeno-Batteritos and Killdobas. Don't get me started on those Killdobas. All I can say is that 10 cadets died in the process. Oliver sighed. No lunch for today. It was Wil and his crooked actions again. Oliver didn't even bother to chew Wil out for taking his lunch because he knew that Wil would have eaten all of them by now, along with 3 quarters of Whipped Pain. Oliver looked down and saw that his hand had instintively reached for his Sci-Fi ASR. His eyes darted around, and he could feel tension in the air. What was it? A green light suddenly illuminated the air and all hell broke loose. "Oh..." Before Oliver had time to finish his expletive, he was knocked back by a fist. A figure shimmered into sight. Oliver gasped. There was no doubt about it; it was someone he knew.
"Botch," Oliver muttered. Then all hell broke loose.
Oliver's first instinct was to bolt away, which was a wise decision for a thousand bullets penetrated the ground which he was standing on a moment ago. Before he knew it, a shining green blob was hurled towards him. 5 years of training kept Oliver alive; he managed to evade it. 3 starfish- like blobs rose into the air and shot out a mass of neon bullets. Oliver's mind was set on "automatic combat mode"; dodge, roll, jump, duck, deflect. A ball of spikes then sped towards him at breakneck speed, but Oliver was faster. In a split second, he took out his Kumakiri and sliced it into pieces. A black bear suddenly shimmered into sight. "Hello, Oliver. Your reflexes have gotten... Better." The black bear spoke. Oliver's expression turned from shock to anger. "What do you want from me, Botch? What are you doing here? How did you-" Botch sneered. "This!" Botch shouted. Bullets flew, poison clouds exploded, spiked hands impaled the ground. "Gah!" Oliver cried out as a cloud of potent poison exploded in front of him. He swiftly unsheathed a Krikkit Bat and hurled it towards Botch. Botch swatted it away in a flash but Oliver's attack did not stop there. He followed with a feint with the Kumakiri and managed to stab Botch in the chest. "Argh!" Botch yelled as Oliver impaled him with his blade. Oliver thought that Botch was a goner. He wasn't. Green light suddenly healed Botch's wound. "Nice try, I'll give you that." Botch spoke, mildly annoyed. "But it's time for you to give up... Or this!" A fist struck Oliver. A bullet hit his leg. An orb hit his face. Botch grinned. Oliver definitely could not survive that series of blows. Little did he know that although Oliver couldn't, someone else could. Someone else that Oliver could control. All of a sudden, Oliver rose. "Impossible," breathed Botch. There was something different about Oliver now. His fur was blue and white circuitry covered him. He wasn't Oliver. He was Over Clocked Oliver.
"Curses!" Botch spat as he dodged the incoming stream of energy. O.C.O. was certainly a fearsome opponent. Botch created a cloud of bullets but they crumpled like tin foil on O.C.O's fur. Oliver then hurled a huge energy blast towards Botch. He almost managed to blow his head off. Botch levitated above Oliver. "So you are able to unleash you Over Clocked form without Graham's...machines." He spoke coldly. Oliver just grinned and sped towards Botch faster than the bear's eyes could see. He unsheathed his Kumakiri, now shimmering with energy, and sliced Botch. He noticed just in time and created a red forcefield, blocking his strike, but not before crumbling like dust. Balls of spikes appeared next to Oliver and flew at him. He quickly dodged, sliced, and stabbed all of them. Botch grunted, rather annoyed. Botch then blasted Oliver with radioactivity. However, Oliver let out a massive wave of light and the radioactivity dissipated. Botch growled, "Just die already, you freak!" Before Oliver could respond, he was blown back by a beam of energy and was hurled back. Oliver willed his power to create a mass of swords, spikes and fists. With a swipe of his Kumakiri, he hurled all those weapons at Botch, who helplessly tried to defend himself but to no avail. "Ding." Something rang. Both Botch and Oliver turned to the elevator. A number of Battle Bears stepped out and were aghast to see the both of them locked in combat, "Sir-" the captain began. "Begone!" Botch bellowed. "This is a private matter!" He waved his arm and the elevator exploded. 'You'll pay for that," Oliver told Botch, who was already preparing his spikes, blasts and fists. Oliver smirked. He took his Kumakiri and charged it up with his full power. It was so intense that the spot that he was standing on started to melt. "Bring it." They both dared each other in unison.
Then they charged.
The first thing Botch noticed was that his attack actually worked against Oliver. Unfortunately, that was before he realised that he was being hurled away by a force so intense, it blasted him away at 120 km/h. Oliver seemed unfazed. He marched up to Botch's body and held him up by the neck, preparing for the killing blow. As his hands tighted around his neck, he suddenly realised that he was holding green vapour. This was not the real Botch. "Duck!" Oliver's mind screamed. He did so just in time to dodge a massive missile. "What the-" Oliver was cut off from the clanking noise of a green machine; a whole mech-suit created from Botch's powers. "Go," Botch commanded the machine. It immediately went about its job, guns blazing. The machine raised a mechanical hand and took a pillar. With no hesitation, it smashed its so-called "club" downwards, trying to crush Oliver. He just let out a wave of light and blinded the mech-suit. Soon after, he had unleashed his Kumakiri and stabbed one leg of the machine, followed by the other leg, causing the suit to be down on his knees. With one huge downward strike while in the air, he sliced the suit into two. It let out a mighty groan and dissipated into dust. Of course, Botch had one more thing up his sleeve. He snapped his fingers and a skeleton rose from the ground, charging Oliver. He cut it into two without even looking. "This game is over," Oliver declared. "I think not," Botch replied. "Look behind you." To Oliver's shock, the skeleton had reassembled himself. He swung with the Kumakiri again but was countered by a swipe of the skeleton's hand, knocking the sword away. He then tried to blast the skeleton to ashes but to no avail; he simply jumped high in the air, pulled out one of his ribs and threw it towards Oliver at full velocity. For some reason, this worked. Oliver fell and clutched his wound in pain. "Goodbye, Oliver," mocked Botch. "Have fun dying in this place." Oliver was blacking out by the moment. A bit too soon, he would be dead. "No..." Oliver whispered. His head then went slack, but not before something stirred in him...
Oliver was in some sort of...dimension. It was just a flat, white space sprawled everywhere with a single podium. On top of it sat a black bear. "So, you're dying?" the bear asked Oliver, barely glancing down from where he was. "Yeah. What do you care, anyway?" Oliver retorted. The bear laughed a maniacal laugh. "This body is our property. It would be a shame for this body and soul to die that soon. Tell you what, we'll strike a deal-"
"NO! You are not going to take over my body!" Oliver yelled. The bear's eyes narrowed. "Last chance. Either you give this up to me forever and live, or you don't and die." The bear told Oliver. "No," Oliver said. "So long, Oliver. Have fun as a ghost," the bear regarded him.
"FINE!" Oliver shouted. "You can take my body and do whatever you want with it, freak!" The grinned. "Wise choice, Oliver." The bear spoke as the place exploded in a flash of orange light.
"Uhh..." Oliver spoke. It had been years since he was in possesion of a body.
Wait. Oliver? No. It was someone else. He has dark fur along with violent stripes of energy across his body. He got up and calmly walked towards Botch, who was preparing to get away. "Hello!" the bear shouted. "What?!" Botch yelled. "This can't be..." The bear's eyes could paralyze anyone. "Yes. It is I, Dark Oliver!" The skeleton leaped at him. The moment it touched Dark O.C.O, it went up in flames, leaving nothing but a pile of ashes. "You..." Botch began. Too late; he was blasted head-first into a wall. With blinding speed, Dark O.C.O lunged forward and cut at Botch. It wasn't a deep wound, but Botch howled with pain. He was surprised that his wounds weren't healing up. Botch snapped his fingers and a sword appeared in his hands. "You. Me. To the death," Dark O.C.O told him, before jumping at him. On his first strike, he almost killed Botch. On his second try, Botch was prepared and parried his strike before slashing at Dark O.C.O, but he was too quick. Dark O.C.O used the hilt of his Kumarkiri and intercepted Botch's blade and swiped it away in one quick move. After that, he knocked the breath out of Botch with his elbow. He staggered backwards. "Behold your death, Botch," he began. Suddenly, the Kumakiri dropped on the floor. "No. NO!" Dark O.C.O yelled. "You swore!" Suddenly, his aura of power was no longer orange. "I lied," Oliver told Dark O.C.O. His body was back to what his Over Clocked form was before: blue with white circuitry. He turned towards Botch, this time as the normal O.C.O. "And now," he told Botch,"for you."
"That was fun," Oliver told Botch. He scowled. If there was one thing that Botch didn't like, it was losing, especially to his nemesis. He gripped his sword, ready for a battle with Oliver. In one quick move, Botch lunged at Oliver. He just lifted his arm, easily evading the strike, and swung his Kumakiri down, cutting Botch's sword into two, followed by a hard smash on his head with the Kumakiri's hilt. Botch crumpled to the floor. He had been throughly weakened by Dark O.C.O, and had little power left in him. Unfortunately for Oliver, Botch still had some tricks up his sleeves. He snapped his fingers and another skeleton appeared. It drained all of Botch's energy. At breakneck speed, the skeleton leaped at Oliver. He quickly sidestepped and thrusted at the skeleton with his Kumakiri. Faster than Oliver could see, he used his palm and smashed hard into Oliver, knocking the breath out of him. Oliver fell to the floor like a rag doll. Think, he told himself. Dark O.C.O killed the skeleton by burning it to ashes.
So why couldn't Oliver? Charging up the energy in his Kumakiri until it glowed red with heat, he sent out a crescent of power at the skeleton and melted it. Glad that the skeleton's death was confirmed, he turned to Botch. "Well?" He asked. "This will not be the last you see of me, Oliver. The next time we meet, you will die at my feet-"
"Cut the arrogance." Oliver told Botch. "Anyway, you're going on the Kerbal Space Program." That sounded completely alien to Botch. "WHAT?!" He yelled. Oliver smirked. "You'll see." He yelled, sending out a massive nuclear shockwave (but not enough to destroy the Space Oddity) and sent Botch flying. Where exactly he landed, Oliver didn't know. All he knew was that he warded off a so-called evil...temporarily. After that, he would probably return. Still, Oliver felt pretty awesome for himself. Just then, he finally noticed that every muscle in his body ached. He collapsed in exhaustion. Suddenly, the floor was blown open, followed by Graham, Riggs and other Battle Bears climbing in. That was the last thing Oliver saw before blacking out.
When Oliver finally opened his eyes, he was lying in a bed. He wasn't in his Over Clocked form any longer, probably because he used up all of his energy. "Whoa... Where am I?" He wondered aloud. "Nice job, blowing up the whole place." A voice spoke. Oliver immediately turned around, only to see Graham sitting on a chair. "You must have eaten lots of Batteritos," joked Graham. "Nope. Wil stole everything," he replied. Graham raised an eyebrow. "Anyway, when you passed out, we were all pretty worried, you know. Even Astoria, which I can't really believe-" Oliver's jaw dropped. "Astoria? That's so cool! I mean, uh..." Graham just laughed. "Well, I suppose we don't need those Over Clocked Machines any more, no? For you, at least." Oliver finally remembered that he previously could not turn into his Over Clocked form without machines. "Well-"
"Ah! Here she comes," said Graham. "Astoria? What... I mean... Um... Do you have cologne?" He quickly asked Graham. He simply leaned back in his chair and pointed to the door. "Too late," he chuckled. Astoria walked in...and threw an Eagle Standard into Oliver's face. She then took a Golden Dragon and started beating up Oliver with the handle. "AHHHH! Help me, Graham-"
He did nothing and continued watching the Astoria kills Oliver Show while laughing.
The robot was walking along the field. Dispatched by the H.I.P, it was ordered to investigate the heavy power of some sort that was detected half an hour ago. The robot's internal radar went nuts. He was close. Just then, the power detection faded, along with a huge shockwave. Admiring the scenery of the explosion, he zoomed in his lens. A flash of white and blue could just be barely seen. The robot was puzzled. The energy source obviously was that blue bear. So why did he get the feeling that there was something else? After walking for a while more, he noticed that a black bear was lying down at his feet. The robot picked him up and did a scan. If robots could gasp, this one did. "Rho to HQ. I've found a bear that we could...use." The robot's single eye glowed brighter as he thought of the plan that was forming in his mind...