A/N: Hey everyone. It's been a while hasn't it? I'm sorry it's just that writing the Chaos Theatre arc was kind of tiring especially the second part of total chaos, which I think is the longest chapter I've ever written on this sight. This chapter may not be of the same quality of the previous chapters as it was written mainly to show the fic was not dead, but I could be wrong. Here we go now!

"You think you know, what's to come, what you are? You haven't even begun."

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Restless)

Gaming Dimension

Location: Todd's Tower (formerly Ganondorf's tower)

The Oracle pushed open the door to his master's chambers and knelt on the floor. "Lord Todd…" he started.

"Silence!" Todd shouted from his throne. "I can see into your mind's eye that you failed me."

"But sir…"

"Don't even bother asking me for a second chance Oracle," Todd ordered freezing him in a psychic lock.

"I have already decided to give it to you because even though you failed me you're still my greatest asset. You see the primary reason I chose you is that in crossing over to the real word you brought the Indigo Child with you. At this moment Toronto, Canada is locked in the plot of Indigo Prophecy. A game I happen to know that Scott Pilgrim was never able to beat. I'm giving you fair warning, however, Oracle. If you fail me this time the consequences will be most disastrous for you. You know how Darth Vader strangles his victims within seconds. Picture that happening to you, but far more worse," Todd threatened meaning every word of it too.

1 week later

The city of Toronto, Canada was living proof that appearances are deceiving. To the average human it was little more than your typcial Canadian city. But deep within Toronto was a club known as the Bloody Ice Cream Club. No one knew for sure why it was called that. Some said it was because every flavor of ice cream the club served (in an attempt to be different from other underground clubs) was colored red. Other people swore up and down that it had something to do with Edgar Wright. Regardless of the name, the club itself was a whole different story. It was one of the most secret clubs in all of North America.

It was a club that was so far underground in the city that the only way you could even know of its existence is to be partially evil. This of course meant that Julie Powers felt right at home in this club. She took a shot glass and downed the whole thing in one gulp. Like most alcoholic beverages it burned on the way down her throat, but it did not faze her in the least. It was just the way she liked it. She watched the crowd of people on the dance floor who might as well be having sex rather than dancing. Julie's tongue stuck out and licked her upper lip to capture some of the residual taste from the beverage. It tasted nice and she let out a long moan.

"Surprised to see you here," a woman's voice said. Julie rolled around in her bar chair and looked the woman over. She was wearing a black tank top plus a very tight skirt; also the color black. Her hair was also dyed part jet black to reflect the dark depths of her soul. The other half of her hair was dyed a dark red, which was meant to represent all of the raw emotion that had been locked inside her for so long had in a way bled itself to the surface so to speak. She bore the face of Ramona Flowers, but Julie was not fooled.

Evil Ramona

Rating: SS for Sexy and Slutty

"You aren't Ramona," she said.

"What makes you say that?" Evil Ramona said feigning ignorance.

"I've learned that appearances can be deceiving since getting brainwashed by that stupid Oracle. And of course Ramona would never come to a club and risk losing Scott's heart," Julie declared. "So why don't you tell me who you are?"

Evil Ramona laughed slightly and placed two of her fingers on Julie's neck. She then started to run them down to the area in between Julie's breasts. Julie felt herself moan out, but caught herself and grabbed Evil Ramona's hand. Ramona's evil double tilted her head and then smirked. She rose to her feet and Julie followed suit.

"Don't act like you don't want this Julie," Evil Ramona whispered gliding one of her fingers over Julie's mouth. "You know what this place's motto is after all."

"Nobody that comes here let's anything they didn't want to happen, happen," Julie finished.

"So how about a private dance," Evil Ramona offered and did not bother to wait for Julie's response.

Warning: Due to the rating of this story this portion has to be om… oh screw it! We're keeping it in the story.

Evil Ramona led Julie to the back room and even there the music was still pumping loudly. A familiar tune started playing in the background as Evil Ramona took Julie's hand and placed it on her right boob. She then pulled Julie closer and the two started dancing to one of Envy's songs.

Hello again, friend of a friend, I knew you well
Our common goal was waiting for the world to end
Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
You crack the whip, shapeshift and trick, the past again
i'll send you my love on a wire
Lift you up, everytime, everyone, ooo, pulls away, ooo
From you

(Instrumental)

Evil Ramona spun Julie around and pulled her back flush against her chest. Julie backed them up against a wall and they continued to grind on each other even harder. Evil Ramona placed her hand on Julie's leg and started to glide it up. Julie put her hand over Evil Ramona's and slowed down the updward advance of Evil Ramona's hand. It felt great.

Got balls of steel, got an automobile, for a minimum wage

Got real estate, I'm buying it all up in outerspace

Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend

You crack the whip, shapeshift and trick, the past again

I'll send you my love on a wire

Lift you up, everytime, everyone, ooo, pulls a way, oo

It's a mechanical bull, the number one

You'll take a ride from anyone, everyone wants a ride,

and pulls away, oooh from you

(Instrumental)

Evil Ramona shoved Julie to the back and she fell onto a couch. She straddled Julie and ripped her shirt in half placing her hand over the area where Julie's heart was. But suddenly she stopped what she was doing.

"Why are you stopping?" Julie asked. Part of her felt dirty doing what she was with Evil Ramona, but the other part felt seriously turned on.

"I'm stopping because you have something I need and now I can obtain it." Evil Ramona thrust her hand into Julie's chest and she let out several groans that seemed to be in between pain and pleasure. Evil Ramona purposefully kept her hand lodged inside enjoying this a little too much. She finally pulled her hand out of Julie's body and along with it the Power of Hell Mouth.

Julie breathed heavily and wearily stared at her power weapon and leaned her head back on the couch. "How…?"

"Did I know you possessed this? It's one of my many nega talents, Julie," Evil Ramona said holding that scythe up to Julie's neck.

"Why take my weapon? Why not someone else's?"

"I could've easily stolen Envy's sword, but the power swords can only be wielded by two people. In any one else's hands it's just another sword and given how she stole the sword from Scott it's useless for me. Lucky for me the Hell Mouth Scythe has no specific allegiance. And of course I couldn't resist having some with you before taking it."

"So what now? Are you going to kill me?" Julie asked still in too much of a breathless haze to really fight back. A dark laugh rolled off of Evil Ramona's lips in response.

Lips smashed against one another. Clothes fell all over the place. Names barely being able to be said in breathless pleasure. Nails raking across bare skin almost to the point where blood could be drawn.

"Cum for me Julie."

Ramona nearly fell out of bed at the images she just saw flash before her mind. That image practically scarred her for life.

"Ramona! What's wrong! ?" Scott shouted leaping into action with his power sword in hand.

"It's her. I can't explain how, but I could see her and… it's too horrible to put into words," Ramona said on her hands and knees. Scott put his arms around Ramona and pulled her close. Ramona laid her tired head on Scott's shoulder slowly calming down when another image penetrated her thoughts.

Evil Ramona was looking into a mirror; the Scythe slung over her shoulder and Julie lying asleep at her feet.

"I know you can see me," she said. "I'm coming for you next, Ramona," she declared.

Ramona was back in her room again; safe, sound, and angry. She hated Evil Ramona for what she was, which didn't make a lot of sense since she essentially was Ramona; only evil and a total slut. If she could erase what she saw a few minutes ago from her mind she'd do it in a heartbeat.

"Ramona. You have my word that no matter what your double has in store, we'll face it together," Scott said linking their hands together.

"Thanks Scott," Ramona thanked her loving boyfriend. The two of them laid back into their comfy bed and wrapped their arms around one another. Wanting to forget about everything except for the love they shared and carried for one another.

Scott wished he could channel the guts he had right now into trying to propose to Ramona again. He'd tried every day this week, but he chickened out each time. He would feel more comfortable with it if he had the ring, unfortunately Envy was nowhere to be found in Canada or any other part of North America. Even more never racking for Scott was that the gaming characters had not attacked since the battle at the Chaos Theatre. Scott knew that did not in any shape of form mean this was over; not by a long shot. Nega Scott's ominious and cryptic warnings still haunted his nightmres because Scott knew he was right. If Scott can't beat himself then how can he beat this new threat. He and his friends barely survived the Chaos onslaught and he was afraid that soon all Hell would break loose and there wasn't a thing he could do to re-contain it.

Stacey's apartment

"Hey Stace, I'm back!" Her roommate Rebecca announced. "Stacey?"

Rebecca

Stacey's Roommate

Role in the story: To show Stacey has other friends outside of Scott and the gang.

Rebecca let the door close behind her and stepped inside the apartment. She heard the shower running and headed for the bathroom; the door was hanging wide open.

"Stacey?" All she heard was silence. That's not a good sign, she thought and rushed into the bathroom.

"Stacey!" She cried out. Stacey was sprawled out on the shower showing no traces of life. Rebecca shut off the water and shook Stacey's body. ""Damn it! Wake up!" She screamed and slapped Stacey's cheek. Stacey finally began to stir awake.

"Rebecca?" She asked and then placed a hand on the side of her head where she fell. The thing was pounding as if someone was beating it like a drum. "What...what happened?"

"You tell me. I literally got home one minute ago," Rebecca said taking a towel off the rack and handing it to Stacey. Stacey wrapped it around her body and Rebecca pulled her up.

"Do you remember anything at all?" Rebecca asked keeping Stacey steady and on her feet.

"The last thing I remember was getting in the shower and then I started to feel light headed. I don't even remember falling."

"You're lucky your head wasn't cut open when you fell. You easily could've hit the door or the wrong part of the floor," Rebecca said sounding calmer.

"My head still feels like it was hit full on by someone's bass. I need something for the pain," she groaned and opened the medicine cabinet to reach for some pain pills. Her hands started to shake and the bottle fell from her hands into the sink. Stacey's hands fell to the sides of the sink and her grip on it increased with every passing second. She clenched her teeth as pain pumped through both of her arms. It was like she had been shot up with something.

"Stacey?" Rebecca said placing a hand on her shoulder. Stacey growled and thrust her hand into Rebecca shoving down to the floor. Her other hand increased its hold on the sink to the point where she wound up breaking part of it off. The same feeling of light headedness returned and the room spun around. Stacey's eyes rolled half way into the back of her head and she collapsed to the floor once again. Her entire body was spazing all over like she was having a seizure and the horrified Rebecca did the only thing she could and dialed 911. In the middle of the call she looked over Stacey's body. All of the veins in her body were changing color from blue to green.

Playing her drums were the only thing that was keeping Kim Pine sane at this point. She'd been cooped up in her apartment all week out of fear. Her accidental murder was all over the news. It wasn't like she killed anyone that was important, but due to there not being a high murder rate in Toronto this was seen as a big deal. The news said that the police had no leads at the time and the only witness was reportedly fuzzy on the details of that night, which was good for Kim.

However, Kim kept herself shut in her apartment following that event because she did not want to risk anything. She did not even leve for band practice forcing her concerned band mates to come here to practice. The first night after the murder, Kim continuously had nightmares replaying the event over and over and over again. It was a never ending cycle and in her mind the event was 100 times worse. The head went spinning off the body and then it shouted 'KILLER!'

Kim would apologize to the point of tears in a mortified tone and the room would comence filling up with blood. The exit was locked trapping Kim inside with no hope of escape. The horrible laugh of the Oracle echoed thorughout the bathroom and when Kim finally drowned she woke up drenched in a cold sweat that soaked through all her sheets. It frightened her to no end that she took an innocent human life and she was equally frightened of the police. They would not give up until this case was solved and there was hardly anything Kim could do about it short of turning herself into the police.

Kim shuddered thinking about it. Jail was the last place on Earth Kim wanted to be. She starred at a dart board with a picture of The Oracle on it and gave it her meanest stare.

"What are you looking at ass hole?" She asked and threw one of her drumsticks at it. It was a perfect bull's eye.

*Ding Dong*

Who could that be? It can't be… the police, Kim started to freak out. The doorbell rang again making Kim wipe her sweaty forehead.

There's nothing to worry about Kim. Just relax, get up, and answer the door. Kim obeyed her inner monologue, but brought one of her deadly drums sticks with her just in case.

*Ding Dong*

"Coming!" Kim announced almost not getting out the word due to her throat being dry. Kim placed her hand on the doorknob and swung the door open in one fell swoop. For an unspecified amount of time she and her visitor had humorously surprised looks on their faces. Kim's face finally melted into that of a welcome (not to mention rare) smile.

"It's kind of cold out here. Would it be ok if I came inside?" Lisa Miller asked.

Lisa Miller

Role in the story: Emotional Support (and other things)

"Sure," Kim replied letting her old friend inside.

A/N: Looks like Stacey isn't over her infection like she previously hoped. What will the future have in store for her? And what will happen when the plot of Indigo Prophecy takes over Toronto full swing? And let's not forget that evil Ramona is now armed and even more dangerous. Scott and the gang certainly have their work cut out for them don't they? See ya all soon!