Against The Universe

- Back inside at some secluded indoor balcony, and Kim's also there, I guess, and Scott's still fighting the robot -

"So... what does the glowy thing mean?" You asked, showing Ramona the picture you'd taken earlier.

"I can't tell you. I trust you, Y/N... but I can't say what it is yet." Ramona confessed.

"I'm just glad that you can confide in me." You gave her a kind smile. "If you can't say it, you can't say it. End sentence."

"You are so cool, Y/N." Kim chimed in.

"Is Scott okay down there?" Ramona asked as she slumped over the bed there was in that place.

"C'mon, he's Scott Pilgrim." Kim reassured, taking a swig of the tequila. "What's up, stud? Ramona's getting worried."

"Whoa! How did you get up there?" Scott asked, apparently now having defeated the robot.

"Try the stairs." Kim flatly said.

- Twenty Minutes Drunker... -

"Hey, Ramona... have you dated anyone who wasn't evil?" Scott asked. "Not that fighting harder and harder battles for your love is getting old, or anything..."

"Yeah, once. This guy Doug. He was kind of adick, though." Ramona replied.

"Even your non-evil ex-boyfriend was a dick?" Scott inquired.

"Well, he dumped me. Unceremoniously." Ramona clarified.

"I've been thinking I should go back to school." Kim blurted.

"Oh, you totally should! I mean, so should I..." Ramona agreed.

"That's would definitely be something, could you imagine?" You hummed, sipping the bottle.

"We should go together. What major will we go in?" Kim, with excitement that probably came from being drunk, suggested.

"Dating." Ramona blurted.

"Rugby?" Kim offered.

"Drama?" You threw your suggestion in.

"Zoological anthropology!" Ramona yelled.

"Shopping!" Kim cheered.

"T- Tequila!" Ramona exclaimed.

"Oh boy..." You muttered, knowing where this was going.

- A While More Drunker -

"You guys, seriously... I seriously love you..." Kim slurred as she laid on Ramona's chest.

"What time is it? Is it home time?" Scott, on the verge of passing out, asked.

"I don't know anymore, hehe..." You chuckled, finding yourself locked next to Ramona as she held you tightly with one arm, and you didn't have the heart to move it.

"Shut up, Scott." Ramona drunkenly groaned.

"I seriously wish I could... like... be you Ramona... you too, Y/N... I mean, you're both so... y'know?" Kim confessed.

Without warning, Ramona kissed both you and Kim on the head. "Kim Pine, Y/N Rowe, where have you two been my entire life?"

"Right here, Rammy..." You tiredly replied, snuggling closer to her.

"Hehe... you're a real softie, Rammy..." Kim giggled.

- Afterward... -

"Let's take the Subspace." Ramona suggested as she held a sleepy Scott and you held a drunk Kim. "Kim, Y/N, you two should come sleep in our bed!"

"Thank you, but, if I do Subspace right now, I will most certainly puke." Kim slurred.

"I'm... actually good. Just a bit tired." You murmured, starting to sober up faster than the others.

"Suit yourself." Ramona shrugged. "Subspace Highway!"

"Awwww." Ramona groaned, a bit disappointed.

"We should go home anyway, we can still catch the last Bloor train." Kim slurred, hugging Ramona and Scott.

"And I'm really not in the condition to fly us there, so..." You added, also hugging them.

- At the Train Station -

"Really Y/N? Here?" Kim asked as she saw what you were doing.

"I'll make it count. Besides, this is out of the camera's view. I'll be done soon." You reassured.

And what you were doing was spraying a piece of Sex Bob-Omb on a mural. Good-hearted person or not, you were still a bit of a delinquent at heart.

"You've been here all along..." You heard Ken's voice.

"...haven't you?" Kyle finished, and you turned. The twins were behind Kim.

"Crap." You muttered.

"Here at the train station?" Kim inquired, unimpressed.

"Clever girl." Kyle nodded.

"You stand beside him." Ken stated, likely referring to Scott.

"No matter what." Kyle followed up.

"He's important to you." Ken added.

"Okay, you know what? Go finish each other's sentences somewhere else. You got no business with me." Kim scoffed.

Kyle placed a menacing hand on Kim's shoulder. "I don't think we've been properly... introduced."

Out of the blue, a spray of colorful paint splashed across Kyle's face, and he was knocked to the floor by the pressure.

"Huh?!" Ken was surprised, and looked in the direction the paint had come from.

You looked equally surprised as you say a familiar female with a black tank top, black gloves, boots, pants, and glasses. Her hair was green, long and flowing, and her normally black tattoos were now colorful.

"Leave the lady alone, will ya? Or you'll have to deal with me." Schell smirked.

"Hi Schell!" You waved.

"Sup, Y/N." Schell casually greeted. "Didn't expect to see you here, but it's good to see ya. Looks like your friend needs some help."

"I'm finishing something up right now, so could you? If it isn't too much trouble." You requested.

"You got it." Schell nodded, adjusting her gloves. "Alright, punks. I don't appreciate the attitude you're giving to a friend of a friend, so things are gonna get messy unless you scram."

"Schell, was it?" Kyle questioned.

"You don't threaten us, you just throw paint." Ken pointed out.

"Hehe... well, what I'm about to do is going to leave a mess." Schell replied, making constructs out of paint, such as swords, hammers, and more.

The Katayanagi Twins' eyes widened, and they prepared to fight. They locked arms, and rushed towards Schell, who stood calm and let her paint constructs do the work.

Schell swung her arm forward, and a sword construct launched itself, spinning. Kyle and Ken ducked, and the sword hit the wall, splattering paint. Then, she snapped her fingers, and a hammer construct appeared in front of the twins, and slammed down on them.

Then, the hammer exploded to various globs of paint, freeing the twins. But they were then surrounded by paint swords, which Schell swung her hands down, and the swords exploded and covered the twins in paint.

"Y/N, gonna need a refill." Schell called.

"Over here." You said, pointing to the art you made on the wall. "I can spray this gain some other time."

"Much obliged." Schell smiled, stepping over to the mural, absorbing the paint and going back to full capacity. "Back to business."

She held out her hand, and a staff constructed from paint formed. She spun it around, and paint splashed across the floor, trapping the twins. Then, she slammed her staff toward the floor, and the paint solidified.

In the distance, the Bloor train arrived. "Is that your ride?" Schell asked.

"Yeah. Come on, Kim." You grabbed her hand, leading her toward the train as it stopped on the platform.

"What do I do with them, Y/N?" Schell asked.

"Leave them be, you made your point. Thank you, Schell." You nodded. "Bye bye!"

"Cya!" Schell waved as she smacked the twins' heads together and knocked out the both of them as she undid the solidified paint and went on her way. And you, as well as Kim, went home.