DT vs ALN: Episode 3 — The Beast Beneath the Stench

 The ground split open with a sound like thunder mixed with a very unfortunate bathroom incident. Concrete chunks flew skyward as the creature rose—massive, hulking, and glowing sickly green.

It sniffed the air.

Then it roared.

“Okay,” DT said slowly, electricity flickering nervously around him, “that is not normal.”

ALN backed away, shadows twitching. “I didn’t mean to summon it… I think the smell woke it up.”

The beast slammed a claw into the stadium floor, releasing a shockwave of toxic wind so powerful it knocked both fighters flat. The fart clouds from their earlier battles were being absorbed, feeding it.

DT groaned. “So… our farts made it stronger.”

ALN nodded grimly. “We created a monster.”

The beast charged.

DT rolled aside at the last second, firing a lightning blast straight into its chest. The electricity crackled—but instead of hurting it, the creature burped, releasing a blinding green flash that sent DT flying into the bleachers.

ALN tried to bind it with shadow chains, but the chains dissolved instantly in the gas. “It’s immune!”

DT pulled himself up, coughing. “Then we stop fighting each other.”

ALN hesitated. “You mean… team up?”

The beast reared back, inhaling deeply.

DT’s eyes widened. “NOW.”

DT surged forward, channeling every volt of electricity he had. ALN followed, shadows wrapping around DT’s lightning, amplifying it. For the first time, their powers synced—lightning crackling through darkness, slicing straight into the beast.

The creature screamed, swelling dangerously.

ALN shouted, “It’s going to explode!”

DT grinned through the chaos. “Then let’s overload it.”

They struck together—DT with a final thunderbolt, ALN with a shadow compression wave—forcing the gas inward.

There was a moment of silence.

Then—

BOOOOOOOOM.

A colossal fart shockwave blasted straight into the sky, dispersing the toxic clouds across the atmosphere. The beast collapsed into harmless smoke, vanishing with a sad little pfft.

The stadium went still.

DT and ALN stood there, covered in dust and shame.

ALN broke the silence. “So… truce?”

DT extended a hand. “Truce. But next time—no gas-based powers.”

ALN smirked. “No promises.”

Far above them, thunder rolled—not from the storm, but from something watching.

A new presence.

Stronger.

Smellier.

DT sighed. “Why do I feel like this isn’t over?”

The wind answered with a faint, ominous fart.

END OF ARC… FOR NOW.