NAP: Gamers 1

A/N: This story takes place after Nack & Psycho's Day Off.

(OP: Breeze by Megumi Hayashibara)

Nack & Psycho: Gamers

"Inspired and Spoofed from the movie Pixels"

(Nifty 80s: 198X)

In the past, at where a Litwak's Arcade was located at, many kids were cheering as someone smirked, waving his hand a bit.

Announcer's Voice: We're back to the Litwak's Arcade Championship: Junior Division. There's only two competitors left, so who would take the gold? Will it be...

At that moment, up came a familiar face whom frowned a bit.

Announcer's Voice: Will it be Nathan Frederickson Weasel?

Nack: (groans) I hate it when they use my real name.

Announcer's Voice: Or will it be Snively?

The figure waved as the crowd cheered wildly. Both glanced at one another before shaking hands.

Announcer's Voice: After grueling against Fix-It Felix, the final goal of this is to see who can last the longest and get the highest score in Donkey Kong!!

Nack smirked, cracking his knuckles as the familiar figures cheered wildly.

Dingo: WHOOO!!! Go Nack!!

Justin: (frowns) It's just not fair. I wanted to be the champ.

Sleet: Sadly, you'll have to settle with bronze.

Both the boy and the rival came to the game consoles, glancing at each other before both turned to the Donkey Kong arcade machines.

Announcer's Voice: Ready! Set! GO!!

The two kids jumped to the machines, playing the game. The crowd cheered while bets were being placed in a plate.

Carry: All right! Who's got bets? Taking all bets here!

Many were cheering with Nack and  each trying to head up one level.

Justin: (shouts) GO NACK! BEAT THE CRUD OUT OF THAT TURD!!

Snively: (annoyed) I really wish your friend didn't learn those words.

Nack: (moving the controls) You're just sore because you're losing.

A bit later, the crowd kept cheering with the human glaring, then noticed Nack trying to concentrate.

Nack: It's all about the pattern. AND the barrels. Just keep at it and you-

Just then, Nack yelped as he was bumped a bit by the human whom was secretly placing something on the machine, quickly getting back into the console.

Nack: (panics) No, no, no!!

Finally, the game overs were heard before the crowd looked.

Announcer's Voice: New record! And the winner is...SNIVELY!!

Nack gasped with shock before turning to the rival, whom was lifted with the crowd cheering.

Snively: (smirks) Congrats on getting second, Woozle Boy. It's been fun...for me at least.

As they gathered around the winning human, whom was given praise and a trophy, Nack's friends and family only came up to the down weasel.

Nic: Hey, cheer up, Nack...at least you managed to beat Justin and you got silver.

Nack: Yeah, yeah...

He only slumped away as they looked concerned with Justin hopping to his friends.

Justin: Uh hey! Nack? You uh...wanna go fishing with your bare hands? Your grandpa's got a great place we can go to.

Nack slowly smiled a bit, sighing with a small tear shedding.

Nack: Thanks, buddy...

(Present Time: 20XX)

In the familiar meeting, Psycho finished talking with the bad guys and friends inside the familiar room.

Psycho: ...and we had to cheer Nack up. I mean after all, Nack would've stayed sad had I not suggested going fishing and we having a good time at that point.

Clyde: I can tell...but why tell us and not let Nack in?

Psycho: Because the anniversary of that defeat's coming up and I want Nack to not feel depressed at that time when he realizes.

Ralph: So what about the results?

Psycho: They shot it into space, expecting some alien life forms to take notice.

The two Bowsers and Juniors, the real ones wearing the hats that were given back to them, looked annoyed a bit.

Bowser: Ugh, it sounds like some bad plot line we'll be screwed in.

Bowser Jr.: Tell me about it. We just got done interviewing ourselves and causing Garfield to explode.

Psycho: Nah, I doubt that. If we did something offensive to them THIS week, THAT would be when they attack.

Tron: So why is Bat Squirrel asking from tips from the other arcade heroes, despite some of them scared of his appearance?

Game Bowser: (frowns) He thinks that if he gets tips AND training from Mario and those goody two-shoes, he'd be able to complete at LEAST one round of arcade games and show Nack that he CAN play games.

Mr. Bump: But he can't. I mean vampires are old school and over 300 is pretty much too late at this point.

Bowser Jr.: (annoyed) Your granny plays that dumb clapping party!

Mr. Bump: That's because it's a cute game.

Game Bowser: AGH! THE DISGUST!! (wipes himself) IT WON'T WASH OFF!!!

Ralph: So as long as nothing happens, we'll be okay, right?

Psycho: Duh, of course, unless someone stupid enough ticks them off with constantly playing Surfing Bird put in the open.

In the real world, at night, Carl was playing the familiar loud music loudly while lying on the grass on a hill at Central Park.

Carl: (sighs) It's nice to relax without those bozos and losers out there mocking me and such.

Just then, a cube block began flying around, then flying near the relaxing cockroach. After a moment, it floated toward Carl.

Carl: Ugh. A dragonfly. Go away, ya stupid cube!

He slapped it, causing it to react, then hit the cockroach.

Carl: AGH!!

Carl got up, preparing to hit him with a fireball.

Carl: YOU ASKED FOR IT!!

It then heard the music, floating toward the record before it started turning red, shaking in anger before a beam came out of the cube, destroying the record player.

Carl: AGH! Don't you know how much those costs!?

Afterward, it flew away from the area.

Carl: (shakes his fist) Go on home and cry to your mom! You cubes are stupid, lame, AND you probably suck at video games, ya sons of bitches!!

Just then, a huge shadow began engulfing the sky a bit, making Carl look worried.

Carl: Yeeeeeah...I gotta go.

Quickly, he ran off, screaming like a girl as a citizen noticed.

Man: What's his problem?

Just then, a beam of light came upon him as he noticed the ground and himself starting to turn into voxels, screaming as he transformed, disintegrating through the white beam. Meanwhile, at ACME Looniversity, a strange pod in the middle of Inez's dorm started glowing brightly before the familiar figures reappeared in the room.

Psycho: Okay, the guys at Game Central Station are agreeing to help on Nack's anniversary of defeat.

Mr. Bump: And Bat Squirrel was training.

Bowser: (removes his hat) Be glad he doesn't have that "woozle" problem anymore.

Miss Calamity: Uh where's your roommate, Scarlett?

Inez: She said something about an engagement.

Mr. Bump: Oh, it must be to the guy everyone thinks is her boyfriend, but in my opinion, she's better off with a bunny rabbit.

Bowser Jr.: Ick! Jibblie!!

Miss Calamity: (sighs) Anyway, at least with that warp pad in our dorms, we can go and exit out of Game Central Station anytime we wish, especially after that Turbo incident.

Inez: (nods) Yeah, I heard about that.

Psycho: Speaking of which, where's Nack at?

Inez: Rouge took him to a shooting gallery to keep his mind off of the anniversary of his defeat against Snively.

Psycho: Hard to believe Snively was related to Eggman, of all people!

Mr. Bump: I know, right? Ick!

Miss Calamity: You think taht was bad? Try seeing the Robotnik family in that reunion that one month! His mom and his uncles are very freaky. (ponders) Although Hope is okay.

Bowser Jr.: (shivers) DOUBLE JIBBLIE!!

Mr. Bump: What's wrong with Hope?

Bowser Jr.: Not Hope, the rest of her family!

Mr. Bump: Yeah, I get what you mean. Mama Robotnik, Long John Robotnik, Jim Gary Robotnik-

Bowser Jr.: (snaps) I swear to break your eyes if you continue!

Mr. Bump: Okay, quickly forgotten.

Psycho: (gasps) I just remembered!

Inez: (sighs) That you forgot to give Nack his anniversary present?

Psycho: No, it's movie night tonight! We're suppose to watch bad horror movies tonight!

Mr. Bump: What, you mean horror movies as in Nack's slide show of his family???

Psycho: Uh no. B-Movie shows like the ones MST3K did so we can mock them.

Just then, everyone felt the place rumbling, yelping a bit as they held to the walls and bedposts.

Most: WHOA!!

Inez: Guuuuuys? What's going on?

Psycho: Honestly, no clue.

Mr. Bump: Oh no! The Earth is angry at us! We must sacrifice a virgin!

Miss Calamity: (annoyed) No, it means we're being invaded and we need to stop this, whatever it is. And don't you DARE use me to sacrifice the Earth or I'm breaking up with you.

Mr. Bump: (pauses) That works too.

At the shooting gallery, a target was hit many times with the violet weasel, looking ticked, shooting rapidly.

Rouge: (glances) Nack, you keep shooting that and they'll have to fine you for destroying the entire thing.

Nack: You don't understand, Bat Girl. That anniversary of my defeat's coming soon. And I hate being reminded about it.

Rouge: Is that why you're shooting everything in the gallery?

He sighed a bit.

Nack: (sighs) I don't know what's wrong, Bat Girl. I guess I still got a bit of anger against Sniv beating me and tripping me on purpose just so he can get that stupid perfect score.

The bat sighed a bit.

Rouge: Yeah, you told us about it every year when it comes. Snively somehow got a perfect over a billion points with the machine only built to be 999,999,999 on it.

Nack: I still think impossible. (somewhat whining) That would've been MY score if he didn't hit me and make me lose on purpose!

Rouge: (shakes her head) Come on, there's more to life than just winning.

Nack: Yeah, there's also prizes, a chance to win consoles you can't afford, AND meeting the creators of certain games if lucky! Like the Nintendo World Chamipionship.

Rouge: (sweatdrops) You're missing the point.

Nack: (sighs) Could be worst.

Rouge: (looks at him) How?

Nack: We could get invaded by someone stupidly pissing some retro aliens off.

Voice: OH MY GOSH! THAT GUY JUST DISINTEGRATED!!

The two looked as they saw people screaming while being hit by the beams, transforming forcingly into blocks as many of them were being killed or absorbed.

Nack: (pauses) Don't say a word. (grabs her) Let's get the hell out...NOW!!

Rouge yelped as she was pulled away with people hit by the beams with everything turning to strange blocks. In the city streets, people were screaming and panicking while some were being destroyed. As that happened, the familiar bar patrons looked outside, noticing the situation.

Dingo: Oh bleedin' hell! Looks like a homicidal massacre!

Sleet: (groans) And thus, it looks like it's up to us to save the world...AGAIN!

Nic: (notices) Uh Sleet? They're not just using beams...(points) LOOK!!

To their notice, they saw appeared to be 8-bit style voxels of many monsters heading down to the town.

Boss: What the crap!? (shocked) Are those...?

Dingo: Those are arcade characters!

Many monsters went rampant through the streets with people screaming and running.

Smart Ass: (dryly) Oooooh great. They even included crap characters from up to 1990.

Greasy: Caramba! It's like a field day over here!

They screamed, dodging from the pixel paperboy papers hitting Moe's windows, destroying them.

Moe: (snaps) AW COME ON! I just had those washed!!

Wheezy: (coughs) It's official: They need to go...NOW!

Stupid: Oh goodie. We're gonna play!

Sarah: (worried) I hope it's not like what happened in Sugar Rush, though.

Moe brought out his shotgun as he glared.

Moe: Right...it's go time!!

At that moment, up came Inez's group with Nack and Rouge arriving.

Nack: Guys, you saw the voxels appear out of nowhere too?!

Psycho: It's like they were waiting and someone gave it the last straw to attack!

Argit: I know only one person who can do the last part: Carl.

Carl, darting and screaming stopped before looking back.

Carl: Someone call for me?

Just then, he yelped as he was almost hit by the voxel Frogger.

Carl: AGH! Stupid toad!

Delta: That's a frog, stupid.

Carl: Whatever! Ugh, it's bad enough with that annoying cube destroying my record player.

Argit: (frowns) You probably played it too loudly and annoyed it is what happened.

Carl: (snaps) Don't diss the Surfin' Bird, Argie. If I had my record, I'd SOOOOO give you the bird.

Miss Calamity: (concerned) Can't we just make a compromise and make them leave peacefully?

Bowser: Peaceful!? These are aliens who got pissed at a cockroach. What we SHOULD do is give them the one who started the mess AND have them beat the crap out of Carl.

Carl: (yelps) Uh no thanks. I choose life.

Rouge: Guys, enough. Bat Squirrel would probably have an answer for...(realizes) Wait...Psy, where's Bat Squirrel at?

Psycho: Last I remember, he was back at Game Central Station getting tips on how to better himself at videogames.

Nack: (scoffs) He's old, Psy. He sucks on video games like he sucks at Tic Tac Doom.

Sarah: Should we get him?

Psycho: Nah, he's probably still training in an arcade somewhere. I doubt we'll need him. Besides, what are the aliens gonna do, take and teleport Litwak's Arcade while we're talking?

Just then, the entire arcade not far from them was hit by the beam, instantly transported by voxels style from the ground before everyone turned, noticing what happened.

Nack: (sweatdrops) Oooooooh crap. This is sooooo not good.

Psycho: Are the Boov invading again? (scoffs) I thought we told those guys to take it easy next time!

Julien: Uh what's a Boov?

Psycho: Long story. Don't wanna talk about it.

Nack: No, they're not. I mean who else could turn people and/or kill them by transforming them to voxels?

Inside the alien ship, the familiar vampire squirrel lied on the ground before groaning, getting up as he looked around.

Batula: Hmmm? Vhat? (looks around) Zis isn't Felix's apartment.

He looked around a bit.

Batula: Felix? Q*Bert? Ralph? Anyone?!

Voice: You must be the leader of the saviors...the ones with the cheater.

He stopped, looking around as he brought out his sword, preparing himself. However, the vampire noticed something wrong, looking horrified.

Batula: Oh no...it's impossible...

(End of Act 1)