I was standing in a corridor. The floor was felt green carpeting and the walls were narrow and tall. It was an old house, like. Super old. Musty too. I sniffed at the air as I walked forward, looking around curiously. Hey! I was also not in my human form! I was in my dragon form -- a small, cat-shaped, cat-sized, black scaled dragony ball of cuteness that bore zero resemblance to a cat. Well, not really a
ball
. But Dad always called me a ball of adorable, so some kind of ball-ness was involved. Like Jean-Luc Picard in a ball pit!
I came to a flight of stairs and decided to try and slide down the banister. I hopped on and skidded down on my belly, squeaking with excitement. Then I flew off the banister and landed on the floor of a room that what is near the front door in a fancy house and leads to all the other rooms but isn't anything else. Like, in Auntie Lisa's house, there's just the front door and
boom
, you're in the living room. But in this house, there was a front door, then a room that did nothing, then the doors to other rooms.
I'm pretty sure it had a name.
I looked around curiously.
"Brash?" A very posh sounding voice asked. Male, kinda mean sounding. Like he thought everyone else was dumb, like that shouty internet guy. You know, the one with the yellow.
I turned around and saw a pair of very shiny shoes.
My eyes widened and I looked up fancy pants, to the glittering belt buckle to-
"Brash!" The voice was female now.
I blinked and suddenly, I was laying on my back. The gorgeous dwarven princess was looking down at me, looking deeply concerned. In the distance, I could hear the quiet burbling sound of molten metal.
"I'm okay!" I said.
"Are you sure?" the Princess' brow furrowed. "You just shouted about a tapir's penis, then fainted."
I did that cool kung-fu thing where you leap from laying on your back to standing on your feet. I did this by using dragon flight magic to give myself a shove upright. It's not cheating when dragons do it! I grinned at the Princess, trying to be suave and sexy and cool. Instead, a pink fist made of pure ass kicking awesomeness grabbed onto the collar of my T-shirt and yanked me up and off my feet. P90-B8 stepped between me and the Princess, glaring at me.
"What's a tapir?" she growled.
"It's kind of like a pig!" I yelped. "Except for all the different parts!"
P90 started to shake me and the Princess shouted at her to stop, and G282 came up and started to exclaim things about 'probabilities' and 'action and effect entanglement!' and that was when the police cars flew in, skidded across the cratered and smoking AstroTurf, and out came the Fuzz. Human police, according to Dad, had once been trigger happy psychopaths who couldn't walk down the street without shooting a black person five times in the back. But Dad was also a bit of an exaggeration type Pokemon, unlike myself. I never exaggerated anything! But modern human police, as far as I could tell, were much better about shooting people! Since they had sleep wands.
Though humans were weird and put their wands into handles like their guns, which took away most if not all of the fun of having a wand, which was the swish and
flick
. Though, technically, P90's fireball wand had been pistolized too. So, maybe P90 would get along with these police, and we could wrap this up diplomatically!
"Nox!" the cops shouted in unison, and sleep spells roared outwards, slamming to the ground, then exploded outwards. The darts of magical energy released by those impacts flew into the foreheads of moi, the two golems, and the Princess. The Princess sprawled on the ground, snoring loudly. The golems and the cutest dragon in the universe (me, in case you forgot) remained standing.
"Hands up!" one of the cops said. "On your knees, now!"
"Hey, wait!" I said, stepping forward.
The cops flicked the switches on their pistol wands. The sleep wands rotated into the pistol shooty bit and the magic missile wands that they were also loaded with came to bear. They all glowed with a pale purple light and the cops looked pretty ready to riddle me with mildly annoying blasts of magical energy. Well...I narrowed my eyes. Magic missiles never missed. And depending on how good the wizard who made the wands was, they could fire anywhere between one pin-prick to enough to actually give me pause.
I put my hands behind my head. "You guys do know I'm Brash the Dragon, right?"
The cops glanced at one another.
"On your knees, sir," one said.
I sighed and got on my knees. Behind me, P90 and G282 were both standing protectively before the unconscious princess. I glanced back over my shoulder, hissing softly.
"Psst! Get on your knees!"
"Who are these people?" G282 asked.
"I can take em," P90 muttered.
"That's irrelevant, P90-B8." G282 said. "If they're local law enforcement..."
"Dudes!" I hissed. "Get on your knees right now. Then we'll get arrested, and that will make them all relax, and then we can get
un
-arrested. Arguing with them right now just makes coppers wanna wig out!"
P90 grumbled and knelt down. G282 followed.
The coppers swept us up in the vans. I shifted to make sure I had a fancy gangster hat! A fedora!
Just like in my dream.
***
The old black cop who was sitting behind the desk leading to the jail cells looked at me.
"Mr. Miles," he said. "You need to give over your weapons -- no weapons in a jail cell."
I grinned. "How can I give up...
dese guns
!?" I lifted my arms, flexing my muscles.
The old black cop sighed. He looked like he was too old for my awesome jokes. "Mr. Miles, according to scanner, you have..." he turned to the computer screen. The keyboard attached to the keyboard was my favorite kind -- the kind with big huge clacky clicky keys. He punched two of the buttons.
Click klack
. He started to read. "Two plasma beamcasters, an array of anti-matter bowdart launchers, a spinfusors explosive-disk gun, four bolt guns, two vol-tech ray emitters, five goblin sphere catapults, ten death wands, a wrist mounted hellwhip, two shoulder mounted shrike catapults, a spinal mounted long ranged anti-personal plasma missiles, ankle-socket tactical nuclear mine layers, and a high powered anti-vampire water cannon."
He looked at me. He actually tilted his head forward to look over his glasses.
"You cannot take any of that into a jail cell, Mr. Miles. Not even for what is going to be a very short stay."
I pouted. "Fine." I rolled my shoulders, then tapped my knuckles against my chest. I closed my eyes and thought:
Diiiisconnect!
Poppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppoppop!
Have you ever had that feeling where a tiny part of your body randomly detatches and then starts floating freely around in your guts? Imagine that, but times a billion and make all the bits made of hard metal. I squeezed all the junky bits near my chest, then reached into my shirt. I started to tug the weaponry out through my skin, but I
cunningly
used my shirt to conceal it, so it looked like I was just pulling stuff out of my shirt. Each weapon clinked and clunked and thumped as I put them onto the tray, piling them all up -- every gleaming bit of chrome, every set of whirring energy batteries, every ticking bomb, and every water tank. It was twice as tall as me!
The black cop shook his head. "Good goddamn, son."
I beamed. "Don't worry! The right to bear arms is a constitutional right!"
The black cop frowned. "If I can't buy a bump stock, I don't think you should get one of
these
, kid." He picked up one of the tactical nuclear mines, pointing it so the nuclear symbol with the death head center aimed at me. He waggled it slightly.
I pouted. "I only use it on bad people!"
P90 frowned. "I don't give up my guns," she said.
The black cop sighed loudly.
I turned and gently bumped my head against P90's shoulder. "Come onnn!" I said.
"I wouldn't give up my guns even if the Princess ordered it," P90 said, frowning. "I was ordered, by her father, to protect her with my very- stop that." I had been bumping my head against her shoulder between every word. I drew back, looking at her with my biggest, most puppy of dog eyes.
P90 groaned. "Fine," she said, reaching into her vest. She tugged out the fireball wand she had been using, then set it down in the tray next to my tray.
I crossed my arm. "One gun, P90?" I asked, narrowing my eyes with the upmost of suspicion. P90 scowled. The black cop looked skeptical too. P90 let out an even
bigger
sigh. She knelt down, her jeans straining against her rump. She tugged one legging up, revealing a small wand of frost strapped to her ankle. Then she lifted the another ankle, revealing a brace of returning +1 daggers of acid contained in glass beakers to keep them from dripping. She yanked the wand out and unwound the daggers, their glass beakers clinking together. Setting them down, she reached under her left armpit and pulled out what looked like an AK-47 that had had the butt sawed off so it didn't have a stock. She detached the banana magazine, set both down, then rolled back the sleeve of her shirt, revealing another huge ass knife strapped to her forearm.
The cop nodded, looking satisfied.
Then P90 shrugged off her vest. Under her shoulders were strapped two concealed bandoleers, each one lined with thin sticks of red that looked like grenades. She laid those both down, then took a pair of concealed laser pistols from her hips. Finally, she opened her mouth, popped a tooth off, and then held it in her palm. She touched her fingertip to the tooth and it whirred and clicked as it unfolded, expanding and growing until she was holding an assault rifle made of rock candy bone and taffy. She set it down next to the rest of her weapons.
"Is that all?" the cop asked.
"Well," P90 said, putting one hand on her bicep.
"Heyyyy!" I made finger guns at her.
She popped her bicep open like it was a hinge, revealing another grenade, setting that down.
"Heyyyyyyyy!" I made more finger guns.
One movie style smash cut later, and I was sitting in my cell, looking at the bars.. They were made of metal. Nice shiny metal. But still metal. I focused, then shrank myself so that I was the size of a mouse. Then I scampered through the bars and then grew to my full size. I beamed and walked down the corridor of the jail to the cell where the two golems were waiting. I leaned against the bars. P90 had grabbed onto the exposed bits of ceiling metal and was grunting as she lifted and lowered herself, doing cool girl workouts.
"Can I ask why you're made of candy?" I asked, curiously.
P90 looked down at me, then up at the ceiling again. Then she yelped and dropped to the ground with a thump. "How did you get out of your cell!?"
"Hey! Get back in your cell!" the black cop shouted from the front desk. "Your family will be here soon with bail and the UN is sending an ambassador to deal with the princess. So just sit your butts tight and we'll get this all sorted out, ya hear?"
I sighed, then stepped backwards up against the cell across from the two golems and the dwarven princess, shifting to be super thin, then growing to normal size again. Once I was done, G282 was looking at me with wide eyes.
"So, it's true," she said, slowly.
"Yup!" I said. "I'm cool!"
"I heard about your shapeshifting abilities. But I wasn't sure I
