Sonichu Paterphobia -

[Chelonian]

Chapter 1
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Magi-Chan floated above the sidewalk, arms crossed and eyes closed as he thought on recent events. In particular, the mayor's recent killing spree was at the top of his head. Everyone in CWCville knew that the courts were a sham, seeing as how the secret police killed whoever they wished.

This fact had become obvious to Magi-Chan when the dean of the college was found dead, her face covered in claw marks from the Sonee spawn used to do the deed. Despite several leads and multiple suspects, the police had moved it straight into the "cold" stack.

Of course, none of this mattered since he was about to meet the same fate in a few minutes. He just braced for the impact of the fangs and waited for death's sweet release.

"Oh, wait! Denied, you little abortion of cute.", he shouted as he focused his telekinetic powers at the spawn's chest area. In a ideal situation, it would achieve the desired results.

With a bit of effort, the viscus of the spawn burst out of the vile creature's chest at high speeds towards Magi-Chan's hands. Cutting off the telekinetic force, he dusted off his hands in order to do away with any blood that splattered onto them.

"Well, that was quite distasteful.", said as he began to walk towards the mall.
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You wanted a story centered around Magi-Chan?

God help you, I'm writing this.

 

[Gothicserpent]

 

[Chelonian]

Chapter 2
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As much as he wished for a quiet entrance, Magi-chan was quite aware that wasn't going to happen. If he was going to enter the Mayoral Office, he was going to enter with a bang. Thus, he surrounded himself with telekinetic force and slammed straight into the wall of the shopping center. The resulting downpour of brick and insulation swamped the shoppers as he sped towards the office unimpeded by gravity.

Cutting the force off, he noticed that no guards were posted around. Unnerved by this observation, he made his way to the door and projected his psychic tendrils toward any minds he could find.

Dark gods, ritualistic sacrifices and the undead? Geez, Dad's gone a little nutso lately.

"Sonichu, you yellow idiot!" Magi-chan groaned as he launched the doors toward the wall of the office, hoping to pin the mayor down. Sadly, he missed the portly target and instead watched them rebound off the wall.

"Hello, traitor. It's to lay down with the rest of the trolls and die! " Chris screamed, as he moved his hands towards his gaudy medallion in order to transform. Strangely, the aura surrounding the portly mayor was black in color.

Magi-chan tapped his foot as Sonichu made his way over to him during the overly long transformation sequence. Sonichu glanced at him and shook his head at Chris's insane antics.

Neither of them expected what resulted from this transformation sequence. A giant blue-furred figure stood up, roaring at the two of them. Muscle fibers extended from it's back, moving about in the air like tentacles. It's heart was visibly exposed, pumping all the while as it turned it's head.

"Well, shit. He's turned into...something." Magi-chan quipped as he threw up a bit at the ghastly sight.

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Holy shit, I made it to chapter 2!

 

[Pikonic]

Anything that makes Magi-Chan an actual character gets my likes.

 

[Chelonian]

Chapter 3
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The blue beast charged towards the two of them, foaming at the mouth and eyes bulging out of it's rotting sockets. The two Pokemon ran through the mall at high speeds, avoiding any debris that Chris threw towards them. Magi-Chan tossed the idea of creating a telekinetic shield around himself in his head, but discarded the notion for taking too much focus away from their retreat.

"Wait. Can't we both use Thunderbolt to fry his ass several times over?" Sonichu said as he started to charge his fingers with stored energy, the electrostatic discharges making his hair stand up.

Magi-Chan had not considered this option, seeing as none of the Combo had even bothered to use their electromagnetic abilities previously. However, he had little choice as Chris was bearing down on them. Magi-Chan nodded in agreement and began to lift himself into the air, quickly gathering two electric fields of opposite polarities around his hands.

"This will give you a shock! Bad pun?" Magi-Chan said as he looked at Sonichu's angry glare after this statement. They both launched twin branches of lightning at the Chris, which met at the form of the mayor's feral transformation in a blinding flash of light and a roar of aural rage. Magi-chan quickly moved to cover the other Pokemon's eyes to prevent his vision from being obscured, while closing his nictitating membranes .

Once the after-effects of the lightning strikes were finished, Magi-Chan made his way to the prone form of the Mayor in order to check if he was alive or not. Checking for any pulse, he found none. Breathing a sigh of relief, Magi-chan walked away from the dead man only to look back at Sonichu.

The yellow Electric Pokemon just stared at the cadaver, shaking his head and picking up the Medallion.
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You know, I really wanted this chapter to set up the journey of Sonichu from "somewhat likeable" to "demon-god reaper of the souls of mankind".

 

[Chelonian]

Chapter 4
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Magi-chan stood over a bench in his house's garage, examining a most interesting object.

At first, the pain of attempting to use telepathy on the Medallion was inexorable to Magi-Chan. It was akin to grabbing molten coals straight out of a fire and holding them for hours on end. If he was crazy, his hallucinations were oddly compelling to him.

Looking at the grotesque permanent smile on the face of the Medallion, Magi-Chan started to wonder why exactly the Cherokee chose this strange vessel to carry their transformative paranormal power in.

Pick us up, Magi-Chan. So much power, enhanced by our image.

The purple hedgehog slammed the Medallion into the wall of his garage in rage, watching it crack into small pieces of ordinary clay. Walking away, he turned his back to the sight of a certain yellow Pokemon gathering the pieces in his hands...

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Originally, this chapter was supposed to be a "parody" of What's He Building in There, by Tom Waits. However, I decided that would not only be shit but also a poor tribute to such a atmospheric piece of audio.

Seriously, go listen to it, faggots!