METROID: con-FUSION
By tikitikirevenge.
Author's note: Yes, it's been about five months since I last updated. This is mainly because I decided to reformat all of the chapters like everyone suggested before. It's not really a swallowing-my-pride thing; I've been working with that size of spacing since the beginning of the year. But you wouldn't believe how long it takes to go through ten chapters of junk and redo it. (Half an hour, the other five months were spent procrastinating.)
Anyway, new chapter. Hopefully you like… it.
Ditched
They reached the elevator leading down to the jungle-y area of Brinstar.
"So, what's the plan?" said the Geemer.
"I figure that this is going to work exactly like it did last time," said Samus.
"What exactly do you mean by that?" said the Geemer.
"Well, we've just been down to the old Brinstar area and picked up a Morph Ball," said Samus, "and now we've just gotten the bomb after defeating the Torizo."
"Defeating?"
"That's 'defeating' with inverted commas," said Samus. "Anyway, I figure that my next stop is Spore Spawn's place, to find myself some super missiles."
"Why don't you have any normal missiles, yet?" said the Geemer.
"I… just go away," said Samus.
"No!" said the Geemer. "Without me, you'd have been dead long ago!"
"How…?" said Samus, discreetly raising her arm cannon.
"Er… maybe… Kraid would have just stepped on you?" suggested the Geemer. "Anyway, you need my help."
"You haven't given me any help," said Samus, pointing her arm cannon at the Geemer. "Isn't that right?"
"If you walk around the exact same way you did last time, the Space Pirates will know exactly where you are," said the Geemer.
"Yeah, well… what are you suggesting?" said Samus indignantly.
"Sequence breaking," said the Geemer.
"YOU BLASPHEME!" cried Samus, shooting the Geemer.
The recoil sent it flying away for a few hundred metres then suddenly stopping in midair.
"What just happened?" said Samus.
"Bad physics engine," said the Geemer. "Now help me down!"
"No," said Samus. "You… you suck!"
And with that witty repartee, she activated the elevator and waited as it took her down to Brinstar Green, leaving the Geemer behind.
"I can't take this stress any more," said Ridley. "Maybe a visit to the torture chambers will make me feel better."
And with that, he headed down… to the Zebesian Gym Club.
The Zebesian Gym Club was a hellish place to put it mildly. Indeed, a full description of the scene that lay before Ridley is one far too torturous for a human mind to fully comprehend without falling into madness and despair.
"Please… help me…" groaned a Space Pirate who was hanging from a stalactite by his leg.
"Ha!" said Ridley. "Suffer! Suffer for me, your great leader!"
"I'm suffering… for you?" managed the pirate weakly.
"Well, for my viewing pleasure, yes," said Ridley.
"But… I don't want to…" said the pirate.
"What?" said Ridley, concerned. "You don't like the pain of being set on fire and forced to…"
"Yes, yes!" cried the pirate.
"What kind of strong soldier are you, then?" said Ridley.
"A… bad one?" said the pirate.
"Yes," said Ridley. "Do you know what happens to bad Space Pirates?"
"They… don't die?" guessed the pirate.
"No," said Ridley.
"So… they die?" said the pirate.
"Yes," said Ridley. "Very astute. I'm glad that the hundreds of thousands of Space Pirates in the galaxy are capable of applying deductive logic to yes-no questions."
"Heh… I'm smart," said the pirate.
"In comparison to Kraid and Draygon, definitely," said Ridley. "By the way, I'm planning on getting The Hunter to kill them, preferably in such a way that they kill her in the process."
"And you're telling me your evil plans… why?" said the pirate.
Ridley grabbed the pirate and tossed him into a pit of lava.
The hundred-odd pirates who were also being tortured (and getting fit too, mustn't forget that) screamed, mainly because they would have liked death at that point.
"Hmm," said Ridley.
And the chapter ended at that point, despite the fact that it wasn't much of a spot to stop at.