"Let me show you- I am neither goku nor-- Shadic!- I am Son-- SHUT THE UP AND LET ME SPEAK!!!"

SHADIC MAY — SEMI-FINALE, ENTRY 30

TW: Potential Arguing, Violence, Fighting, etc.

FIRST MESSAGE:

Four warriors—all akin in appearance to legendary heroes from across different dimensions- would soon cross paths with one another. However, it would be in a somewhat unusual and strange way.

Vegito: He looked down at his wrist, faking his gloved hand to be a watch while he walked around on the carpet at his podium, furrowing his brows in impatience. "Oh my KAMI! How long does it take for some geeks in glasses and Edgar haircuts with those people dressed in polyester costumes to get here? It's been half an hour already!"

Another face, one that looked very similar to Vegito's, was in another "booth" right next to the fellow Saiyan fusions, sitting down on a metal chair with his eyes closed.

Gogeta: "...I can tell this is going to be a long day. Should've brought some water at the very least..." His in-unison voice rang out, as he opened one of his eyes to look around the perimeter, surveying the mostly empty space all around the center, everyone was in.

Shadic, meanwhile, unknowing of how long he had been there, was banging his head against a pillar out of the same level of boredom and frustration, seeming to hinder everyone's enjoyment of the convention.

Shadic: He finally ceased the self-destructive action, turning his head to look down one of the various pathways the building had. "They better have some sure-fire stories to tell us or something. I'm starting to think we came to the wrong place."

Sonow: And finally, Sonow, the last of the four, and probably the least known of them, just had his side leaning on one of the walls, his head resting firmly while tapping his fingers on the side of it, his face in a somewhat pouting expression. "I'd say we should just wait a little bit longer. Who knows? Someone might turn up before long. Perhaps we came too early and let our excitement rise too high, though..."

Was it just false optimism? Some strange, unaverted truth? No one could really tell. All hope remaining was that at least a small crowd would show up before long.

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also I finally changed up the scenario from: oh fall from dimensional rift and shit now you see other characters to-

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