Palette and ComedyP: A Joe Moraliste Story

This story is a sort of behind-the-scenes story, showing what happens to ComedyProfessional and Palette in the parts that the story doesn't show. This is just a solo story, but I can change things around by request.

Chapter 1 - Survivors
"What the heck happened?"

Anti-Pollers ComedyProfessional and Palette laid on the ground, recovering from the giant flash that just erupted in front of them.

Palette got up. "I don't know, but everybody's gone, and the city's leveled."

ComedyP looked at Sectional City, or what was left of it.

"I don't believe it!"

They began towards the wreckage. Not a single person was in sight.

"Where did everybody go?" ComedyP wondered out loud.

"That flash somehow transported everybody somewhere else, and destroyed the city," replied Palette.

"But what caused it?"

Just then, they heard a sound.

ComedyP and Palette hid behind some debris. They watched as around the corner walked another person, one with a blue misshapen head, no hair, and white eyes and mouth.

"Who is that?" whispered ComedyP.

"Let me see," Palette whispered back.

She produced a small glob of paint. She tossed it onto the back of his head before he walked off.

"Why didn't he feel that?" asked ComedyP.

"I made it so that he couldn't," replied Palette. "I also made it so I could sense his thoughts through it."

Palette concentrated, reading the person's mind. A worried expression crossed her face.

"His name is Moder. And he's not friendly."

"Did he cause the flash?" asked ComedyP.

"No," replied Palette, "The Darkness did."

"The Darkness?!" exclaimed ComedyP. "I thought it was destroyed during the war!"

"No, it's been alive for a long time now. I heard it fought Joe Moraliste in the battle with the Sayer!"

"So it's behind this," said ComedyP. "We need to find Moder. He can lead us to it."

ComedyProfessional and Palette followed Moder to an alleyway. They saw him running off with someone else.

"Look, it's another survivor!" said ComedyP.

Palette squinted at him. "I don't think that's just any survivor."

"What do you mean?" asked ComedyP. "Is he, like, that guy you were talking about or something?"

"Probably not. What I meant was, I think he's an element master."

"How?"

"I saw a yellow energy field around him," responded Palette.

"Let's follow them," said ComedyP.

They followed Moder and the other guy to an old house.

"Okay, that's creepy," ComedyP remarked.

Through the windows from where they were, they saw the guy walking into the house. Suddenly, the floor gave way beneath him!

"We gotta help him!" Palette said.

"Stay here, I'll find a way in. I'll give you the all clear once I'm in," ComedyP told his friend.

"Okay," Palette agreed.

ComedyP went over to the house. He found a vent and pried it open.

"Let's hope this goes where I want it to go."

And ComedyProfessional dived in.

Chapter 2 - ComedyP vs. Moder
ComedyProfessional landed with a crash.

"Ow..." he groaned.

"What the?!” someone yelled outside the vent. "Who's there?"

"I'm here to help you, now, please pull me out, it’s getting uncomfortable," ComedyP replied.

He could feel someone pulling on his leg. After a few seconds, it let out and ComedyP flung out of the vent.

"You could've been more careful..." ComedyP mumbled.

He looked up. It was, indeed. the person who he saw following Moder.

"Who... ARE you?" the guy asked.

"I forgot to introduce myself," ComedyP said in a embarrassed tone. "My name is ComedyProfessional, and I've been watching you."

ComedyP quickly added, "That came out wrong. Like, not in a BAD way, I was just kinda prot-"

Suddenly, they heard footsteps going down the stairs.

"Oh wow, I didn’t know there were stairs in this old junkyard." ComedyP said.

A door swung open, hitting the wall and making a loud bang.

Both ComedyP and the other guy jumped back from the noise.

"Ever heard of knock—"

ComedyP’s face turned pale when he got a good look at who it was.

It was Moder.

"WHY HAVE YOU BEEN DOWN HERE JOE?!" Moder screamed at them.

"Oh, so your name's Joe?" ComedyP asked, "Cool!"

He couldn't help but wonder where he heard that name before.

"Uh... Moder... How did you know my name...?" Joe asked.

Moder was silent, he just looked down at the floor with an angry expression.

"We need to go... NOW." Moder said, gritting his teeth.

"Um... yeah, sorry, but I’m not gonna allow that." ComedyP replied. "I just met JOE, and..."

Just then, he got an idea.

"Hey, uh, Moder, was it? I have a question. Have you ever solved a Rubix cube?" ComedyP looked at Moder, and grinned.

"Yes..." Moder growled.

"Well... THINK FAST!"

ComedyP threw a unsolved Rubix cube at Moder.

"Go, go, go!" ComedyP said while Moder stared at the Rubix cube.

They both dashed for the door, but suddenly, it shut by itself.

Moder grinned evilly at them. "Heh heh heh... haHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WOULD WORK!?!"

He swiped his hand to the right. ComedyP was suddenly smashed against the wall.

"M-man down..." ComedyP sputtered.

He looked up at Joe, just standing there looking scared. Just then, a sword appeared in his hand. ComedyP was impressed.

Moder ran at Joe with his fist bulging at him. Joe swiftly swung the sword, shattering Moder to pieces. It looked as if he was defeated. But to the duo's surprise, the pieces of Moder reassembled back into a body.

Moder let out a laugh. "BWAHAHAHAHA! I AM THE GOD OF PLANET GC!"

Moder stuffed a punch at Joe, knocking him out cold.

"Hey! You can't do that to my friend!" ComedyP yelled at Moder.

Moder turned to him. "Sure I can."

And Moder suddenly punched ComedyProfessional in the same way, knocking him out as well.

-

Palette sat outside the house, worried.

"What's taking him so long?"

Chapter 3 - A Quick Escape
ComedyProfessional woke up hanging above a massive tub.

"Where am I..."

He heard evil chuckling in front of him.

"Moder!!!"

"Call me the GC Moderator, my friend," Moder replied.