The Deadly Arcade

“Doctor?” Light asked, looking around for him before remembering the plan.

“Button,” she whispered leaning in next to him. “The Doctor went to look for your mom; we have to distract Eight until he gets back.”

Button nodded in agreement.

“Kill them.” Eight hissed at the virtual Queen Chrysalis, seething with rage. “KILL THEM ALL!”

She began charging emerald green magical energy from the tip of her horn before Button’s Cyberman seemed to vanish.

A split-second later, it was behind Chrysalis grabbing her horn and pulling her head back while reaching around her neck; with its one free arm before placing it palm on her throat.

The light blue emblem on its chest appeared to glow even brighter as electricity surged through Chrysalis’ body causing her to scream out in agony as she tried to shake it off.

“NO!” Eight screamed in frustration.

“Eight, why are you really doing this?” Light demanded.

“Isn’t obvious?” he shouted. “All of this was something I’ve been working on for you!”

“For…me?” She stammered, dumbstruck.

“I built this simulation chamber from scratch years ago to help your arcade, to make you rich and famous beyond your wildest dreams!” he replied, as another strand of hair fell over his forehead.

While she was deeply impressed and a little bit flattered only one word managed to come out of Light’s mouth;

“Why?”

“Because I loved you! I…still love you…and I wanted you to be happy and successful so we could be together.” He explained before his soft expression turned dark again.

“But then, you caught me following you that night and fired me!” he shouted once again with spit flying from his mouth.

Light raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“And you believe that abducting this poor boy and his mother would somehow magically change my mind?” she asked.

“If I couldn’t convince you to love me through conventional means,” he sighed. “Then I realized that I would have to force you to love me as your soft heart wouldn’t allow innocent people to get hurt on your account.”

“What are you talking about?” she exclaimed. “I had no idea what was going on up until now! I just noticed that someone had been screwing around in my office before using the old secret passage to take off! I came here purely by chance to investigate who was vandalizing my workplace!”

“A romantic surprise.” Eight grinned madly.

“You really are insane.” She spoke in awe as she realized just how much danger they were truly in.

The virtual Chrysalis was finally able to buck the Cyberman off of her causing it to fall backwards as it broke in half at the lower section of its torso before she crushed its head beneath one of her hind hooves.

She then narrowed his gaze at Button and Light with a sadistic grin before slowly cantering towards them.

Light was frozen with fear at the sight of the broken Cyberman and she had heard all about the horrible things that Changelings were capable of.

Button on the other hand, was more focused on the Dalek as it pressed its plunger-like manipulator arm against a control panel on the wall, causing the red digits to change at an accelerated rate as Chrysalis advanced on them.

“Don’t worry, sir!” The Sontaran stood between Light and Chrysalis defiantly. “I shall crush her skull like a berry and present you with a necklace from its fragmented remains as a trophy!”

Chrysalis’ horn then lit up as the Sontaran raised his Rheon Carbine and tried firing at the Changeling but, all that came out was a series of clicks before he examined the barrel to see an eerie green glow.

Cracks with a similar glow began spreading across the weapon as the Queen flashed a toothy grin at the confused alien, shortly before the weapon exploded with a blast of bright green magical energy that shone with such intensity, that is had caused both Button and Light to shield their eyes.

“W-what happened?” Button stammered as broken pieces of armor and bits of burned Sontaran littered the battlefield.

“Technology truly is an amazing, wondrous thing.” Eight chuckled before narrowing his gaze at them. “But, I’m afraid it’s nothing compared to the destructive capabilities of magic.”

Light moved Button behind her, protectively.

“So, what is it going to be Light?” Eight continued. “You could end all of this senseless violence now, simply by agreeing to become my bride.”

He then flashed another psychotic, toothy grin.

“Or are you perhaps still under the foolish preconceived notion that this ‘Doctor’ will swoop in at the last minute before any innocent blood can be shed?”

Light merely glared back at the stallion with a look utter of disgust.

“Alright then, have it your way.” He smirked with a dangerous gleam in his eye. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to kill a child.”

Chrysalis lowered her head to aim her horn directly at the two of them as she began charging up another magical blast.

The Dalek moved between the two of them to protect them as The Doctor had programmed it to before his departure.

“What’s this?” Eight laughed. “Now that’s just sad! You’re last line of defense is a mobilized trash can!”

The Dalek then aimed its gunstick at Chrysalis’ horn.

“EXTERMINATE!”

Both beams collided with each other in a struggle between magical and technological warfare.

At that moment a tile on the floor popped open as both The Doctor and Button’s mother crawled out.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” Eight screamed once again in another fit of shock and frustration. “WHERE DID SHE COME FROM? I THOUGHT I HAD HER LOCKED IN THE CELLAR!”

“ACTIVATE GENESIS ARC!” The Dalek exclaimed as it continued its power struggle with Chrysalis.

A ship roughly the size of the Dalek, but slightly taller emerged from the floor behind the Changeling as it opened, releasing another Dalek into the arena.

Another appeared before following suit and moving to the opposite side, before the third and final one emerged, stopping behind Chrysalis.

The trio simultaneously raised their gunsticks at her.

“MAXIMUM EXTERMINATE!” They all exclaimed in unison before firing at her, causing her to howl in agony as the bright flashes of green light exposed her skeletal structure before crumpling to the floor.