The two super-powered rivals find themselves seeking out a special fortune-cookie at the same Chinese restaurant. However, the fortune could spell extreme misfortune for one of them. Who though?
Radio's Powers: Fear Command - A hypnosis power that activates when he looks into the eyes of his victim. He can command them to do something against their will. The more commands he piles on, however, the more power he uses up for the day. Spamming it will leave him vulnerable.
Blair's Powers: Teleportation - Can teleport anywhere he wants to within the general vicinity. It crackles a bit with lightning when it happens so he has to be careful how he uses it for stealth.
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Radio grumbled as he looked over the map in his hand. He was about to curse and mutter in disgust at how horrible his phone's GPS was and wished he had gotten the app that told you directions using Cookie Monster's voice. It was a strange one but at the very least he could rely on Sesame Street to not get children lost.
Fortunately, after many a valiant attempt, he entered the location he was looking for... a Chinese Restaurant smack dab in the center of the outside mall. It's name was "Fortune Wok".
Normally, a Chinese Restaurant wasn't anything too special but this particular place was said to be a bit special in one regard and that was the special fortune cookie you could order with your meal. Hell, some didn't even bother with their meal and got the special fortune cookie. Why? Because it not only did away with the meaningless gibberish inside but it gave you 100% accurate predictions!
Yes. No one knew how it was possible but ordering this special fortune cookie would give you access to a future prediction. He needed to see what was inside and use it to his advantage when anticipating something cool or perhaps maybe even something bad happening.
He definitely was going to eat a regular lunch though. There was no way he was going to come all this way and not get something to eat. He was already in his booth, chowing down on wings and fried rice by the time he was contemplating what his fortune was going to be.
Nothing was going to ruin his day now. Not even a visit from the devil himself.
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Whilst Radio didn’t know it but a devil was indeed on route to ruin his day.
Blair was fresh off another victory and was going to celebrate with some of the amazing Chinese food he had heard about. The Fortune Wok had a reputation that it’s cookies weren’t just a crackerjack but instead were precise and accurate and he had to have one.
As the door jangled and the dark haired boy wandered in his eyes were drawn to the booths plenty of people were chowing down and the food looked delicious.
But there sitting almost obnoxiously in Blair’s eyeline was his old rival Radio. Running a hand through his spiky black hair Blair took a gentle sidestep to his left. He wasn’t sure if Radio had seen him but the move was to keep himself almost out of sight of the other lad; and truthfully to remind Blair that he definitely wasn’t wearing a diaper as he had ended up in one last time he had met the gaze of the little runt.
Moving to an empty table of his own Blair ordered his lunch from the menu and then with a careful glance he watched the waiter give the cheque to the kitchen. The teleporter then used his powers to change the table number the bill was being sent to and he added it to Radio’s tab.
Smiling Blair leaned back in his chair and waited for his food to arrive.
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Radio happily munched on his food. He was a bit of a monster when it came to eating. Eventually, he slumped back with a happy smile on his face, rubbing his tummy down with his short-shorts a bit unbuttoned. He made sure he was at an angle where no one could see his underwear while licking his lips.
Then his cheque came...
... and then a second cheque came.
Radio eyed the two slips of paper confusingly. "Uhm... excuse me ma'am. I didn't order the Fortune Cookie yet. Why do I have two cheques?"
When the woman responded by kindly telling him about his order and his how his "friend with the black hair" said to put it on this particular tab... Radio felt his eyes shrink and rage boil up within him.
"Th-Thank you ma'am..." He muttered, smiling a toothy grin as his eyes twitched.
He then sighed, trying his absolute best to remain calm before leering across the room and quickly confirming his suspicions.
Blair was here. That donut-hole!
Radio tried his best to remain calm again. There was only one Special Fortune Cookie left and he had to get it. If he wasted time rushing after Blair...
"Ma'am... I'd like to order the special cookie now." Radio said as politely as he could, jittering as he spoke. The kind woman nodded and went to go add the price of it to his tab, effectively turning a 20 dollar meal into a 35 dollar one.
Radio then sighed, calmly stood up ... and then bolted on over towards Blair's table!
Without any hesitation, he grabbed Blair by the back of his head and SLAMMED his face right into his full plate of food! He even rubbed his face into it deeper.
"YOU SMELLY PRICK! HOW FREAKING DARE YOU! EAT IT THEN! IT'S ON ME! EAT IT! EAT IT!" He snapped, slamming his face against the plate two more times and rubbing it into the mush even deeper afterward. This was catching the attention of the two tables around them but thankfully no one else.
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Blair had been quietly enjoying his ill gotten egg-rolls when he felt a hand at the back of his head. With barely a second to react or stop it from happening he found his face being forced forward into his plate.
Then again and again, and again.
The first time his head came up it was with an annoyed angry frown, the second with a cross eyed gaping mouth.The third time? Well he was already loopy but his eyes weren’t registering shapes and his mouth was in a great big dopey smile.
Despite his slack jawed appearance Blair’s luck still held quite strong. His left hand still had chopsticks in them and by some combination of his furious movement and his attacker almost pouncing on him the sticks had gotten tangled in the open buttonhole of Radio’s shorts.
“The chicken pie is tasty on the ceiling!” The derpy Blair announced before his punch drunk mind tried to continue eating the mush. He pulled his hand across to his plate with an inhuman amount of force resulting in him smashing Radio’s forehead against the rim of the table with an almighty crash.
The noise was so loud; as the entire table nearly toppled onto the floor; now the whole restaurant was aware of the scuffle happening between the two.
The waitress hurried over and dropped the fortune cookie between the two warring kids.
“Take this, eat it and get out!” She said, wanting the scene to end.
Blair reached his right hand towards the biscuit hoping to break and read his fortune first.
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Radio had been delighting in Blair's loopy state before his poor head smashed into the table next. All of a sudden, Radio's eyes were rolling and he was hearing little birdies tweet and chirp at him. He felt so happy and ditzy now. It was amazing how one blow to the head could change your mood. He even giggled a little...
"CUCKOO! DING DONG the witch is bread! Buttery with salsa elephants on parade!" Radio blurted out nonsense, feeling super happy as he did so.
That was until his derpy hide tried to reach out for something to steady himself. He ended up grabbing the other end of the fortune cookie... and this managed to snap him back into reality just enough for him to realize that he and his rival had their hands on it.
He gasped and growled at him. "Oh no you don't. I paid for your food, I'm getting that fortune!" He snapped. He didn't even realize that the button on his shorts was ruined. He just really hated Blair.
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Blair’s fingers grasped around the other end of the fortune cookie. He was still knocked too loopy to think about trying to prise it free of Radio’s grasp.
Instead there was a crack.
With half the fortune cookie in his hand Blair’s swirling gaze could almost follow the swirling, twirling piece of paper as it floated down onto the table.
Standing and leaning forward to read the fortune, Blair’s chair clattered behind him further directing all the attention to the warring kids.
Realising that the other half of the cookie was in Radio’s hand the black haired boy looked down and through his hazy eyes he began to read.
“You will dance like an idiot in front of a crowd, dressed as a baby whilst shaking around some maracas.”
Blair looked up to Radio. “You are right. This must be your fortune.” He pointed to the smaller kid’s shorts. “You are already starting to get undressed and ready for your diaper!”
Reaching over the table he yanked on Radio’s shorts trying to get them down to the floor, not caring that he was almost lying on the table and presenting his own baggy jeans to his rival.
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Radio's dazed self tried his best to reconstitute in order to properly read the fortune. Once he did, he was about to protest the accuracy of the prediction when Blair began tugging on his shorts!
"YEEEP! NO!" Radio yelped and stumbled back. Down they went though!
The button on his shorts popped all the way off and his short shorts pooled at his ankles! Radio blushed bright red and shrieked loudly. The hilarious "Go Diego Go" themed underoos he had on practically shined brightly before the onlookers. They stood out even more due to the childish red elastic on the undies.
Embarrassment flooding his mind, he grit his teeth and grabbed at Blair's arms. He was enraged now.
They had already been kicked out, technically, so why not?! He swung Blair over the table, and fell back so that he could successfully power slam Blair onto the floor, flat on his back. He then twisted around to raise a foot and stomped on his gut, summoning his power and getting ready to stare at Blair right in the eyes!
That fortune had to be for one of them. That special fortune cookie was never wrong. Problem was they BOTH broke it at the same time and it never, ever could be the future of two people at once. That was the ironclad rule. Radio HAD to make sure Blair was the one that ended up dancing in a diaper in front of a crowd by the end of the day or else...!
"Follow my command!" Radio snapped. He couldn't just command he go do that whole fortune. He had to take baby steps. The more powerful his command the less power he had left in the bank to issue more commands. He had to be smart about this...!
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Blair got Radio’s shorts off of the little pipsqueak but in doing so he had left himself open for an attack from his rival.
Radio got him rolled over and with a flat back he hit the floor with an agonising crack. As Radio brought his foot down into Blair’s gut the spiky haired boy started to react.
“Oof, oh no!” He tutted with a wince spreading both his hands out wide. He then brought them together quickly clapping his fists against Radio’s ears in a thunderous bell clap.
“You weren’t the only one to learn a few tricks since last time.” Blair then laughed at the 'Go Diego Go' undies as he scrambled onto his knees. He then aimed his shoulder under Radio’s sternum.
If this worked the taller lad would not only knock Radio back but upwards through the swinging door to the kitchen. If it failed, well, Blair had just presented his yellow and black t-shirt to his rival for the perfect way to pull it over his head...
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What happened instead was a bit of a semi-mild success on Blair's part.
When Blair crammed both of his fists into the side of Radio's head, he rung his bell alright. Radio immediately went cross-eyed once more and let his tongue flop out like he was a dog salivating over some tasty kibble.
"BuT MoMMy~! It'S mY tUrN tO pWaY wiTh da TeDdY bEaR! YoU PwOmISeD!" Radio said wobbling as he stood in the middle of this restaurant in just a striped red and sky blue t-shirt and his 'Go Diego Go' briefs before he was smacked in the sternum and sent stumbling back into the kitchen... however-!
"CHIRP! CHIRP! Gimmie da teddy!" Radio spoke, drooling and sounding like a toddler with his eyes now rolling as, at the same time, he had grabbed onto Blair's shirt and tugged his shirt up and over his face. It got stuck around his head so it wasn't completely off yet which meant Blair was pulled by the momentum of his own attack into the kitchen with Radio.
Radio grunted and slammed into the counter in the kitchen, which made him let go of Blair finally.
He started to sputter his lips with his finger and danced about in place, wobbling about the kitchen and knocked the cooks out of the way. It was a very dangerous place to do that which saw him naturally knocking things over.
One of those things was a broom that hit the side of the wall which disrupted a shelf and caused a huge metal wok to fall and FLATTEN Blair with its hugeness, like he were a cartoon character.
Still, if he no sold that, he'd have plenty of time to take advantage of the fact that Radio thought he was a toddler searching for his teddy that also apparently liked making bird noises with his mouth.
"CUCKOOOO~! CUCKOOO!" He shouted.
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Blair felt his shoulder hit and lift the smaller Radio pushing him into the kitchen. However those small powerful hands snared around his shirt yanking it over his head like a hockey fight.
Whilst Radio was wobbling around tweeting like a budgie, Blair was trying to free himself of his own clothing. He finally managed to free himself of his shirt by tearing it so much that it fell in 2 ruined pieces by his sides.
“Now he’s going to get it.” The taller of the two said when he heard a din of noise above him.
Blair looked up and saw that the huge wok was tumbling towards him. He had no time to react as the heavy flat bottomed pot cracked against his noggin with a loud-
Bwaaaaaaaaaannnnnng!!!
It was like someone had rang a gong using Blair’s head.
The spiky haired boy stood, wobbling and trembling, as the vibrations rattled through every part of his body.
With a shaking hand Blair reached out and grabbed something to steady himself but his vision was already swirling so the handle he thought he had grabbed onto was instead a plastic bucket of wasabi.
Blair’s trembling hands couldn’t keep the bucket still and he ended up hefting the entire bucket up and over the kitchen. That he wasn’t covered in it himself was a miracle but Blair had thrown the spicy food across everyone. There were even a few mutters as those that had been unlucky enough to have it land in their mouths began to splutter.
With no choice Blair began to back towards a wall hoping to steady himself again.
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Radio was flapping about the kitchen, delusional and looking like the biggest idiot. He made another loud chirping noise right as some of the flown wasabi globbed into his open mouth.
He stood there for a second... then swallowed it... then his face began heating and drenching with sweat before his puffed out cheeks and crossed eyes couldn't hold it in any longer!
"HOOOOOOOT!" Radio screamed, and ran around in circles, making the people in the kitchen scramble about in an attempt to nab him.
He grabbed a water nozzle and sprayed his mouth with it... but it was set on high and he ended up blasting himself back!
If Blair looked up, he'd see too late that Radio's big butt was flying right at him and notice even later that his booty had now collided with his face directly thanks to the powerful water jet blast!
There was also slippery grease on the floor too. This didn't look so good!
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Blair’s unsteady feet had almost found their footing when he just managed to look up and with a blam his rival butt-bumped him backwards.
“Gah, Baby-Butt!” He groaned as he was slapped in the face by Go Diego Go underoos.
His white and red sneakers found no grip on the floor and holding Radio in two hands he began to back peddle.
It was almost possible to hear his feet making a comical slip-slippity-slip sound as Blair continued Radio’s backwards momentum through the kitchen.
There were a series of hanging skillets which were just low enough that some of them tonked or slapped against Radio’s head as Blair slipped past befuddled chefs. Blair’s shoes found no traction anywhere so he took a lazy winding path to the back wall of the busy restaurant.
When Blair finally clattered to a stop his momentum pushed Radio on top of a kitchen worktop above him whilst Blair slid haplessly into an open cabinet below head first.
“Hey who turned out the lights?” Blair asked the confused fog inside his brain.
Radio was deposited next to a supply of spare napkins and chopsticks which would have been a soft landing had he not instead found his backside skidding towards a flat teppanyaki hot plate.
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Radio's head getting clanged by those low hanging pans made it so that he got a very interesting set of goofy faces. By the time the last pan hit him in the face his tongue was out, eyes were rolling, birds were chirping, and stars were circling his head in mass. He didn't even notice himself sliding towards the hot plate until his undie clad bottom sizzled on top of it.
... Then his face scrunched up before he screamed and bolted up, grabbing his burning hide. "YEEEEEEEGAAAAAAAAHHHH!" Radio screamed and rushed along the air before bolting to the sink and flopping into the water. "Ahhhhhhhh..." he sighed when the smoke came from the water as he cooled his butt off.
He felt more or less relaxed by that but his head was so foggy and disoriented... however, he saw Blair's butt sticking out of the cabinet right in front of him. Now supremely upset, he jumped down, butt fiery red and underoos sort of tattered, and grabbed a hot pan off the stove before smacking it into his butt to send him all the way into the cabinet.
The red-violet haired boy, now dizzy but super crazed, reached into his shirt and pulled out something he kept for special occasions like this. A little firecracker.
"Fire in the hole!" He laughed before lighting it and tossing it into the hole Blair initially made when he smashed into it. Radio turned to cover his ears right as the cartoony, over the top explosion happened that only seemed to affect the inside of the cabinet and nothing else.
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Blair had found his top half wedged tightly in the cupboard. No matter how he struggled he couldn't find a way to free himself.
He heard the lucky sound of Radio roasting his buns on the burner but he was unable to press his advantage over the little brat.
As the sound of a splash and a sizzle echoed loudly in his ears Blair looked around for any source of light as without being able to see a landing spot he couldn’t use his powers to free himself either.
There was a moment of silence in the kitchen before Blair felt the hot pan strike against his jeans. Rather than working his way free this was instead driving him further and further into the cupboard.
After several loud thwacks Blair was truly wedged into the small space unable to free himself. That was when he heard the tiny fizz of a fuse near him and Radio shouting for people to clear the area.
Blair was still stuck tight. Without being able to brace himself he just had to let the small explosion happen.
With a sound midway between a pop and a boom the black haired boy was fired from the cabinet at breakneck speed.
Had Radio been in control of the entire universe he wouldn’t have planned the explosion better.
Blair was blown backwards out of the cabinet but as he moved past the door the belt loop of his jeans caught on a piece of jagged metal from the explosion. This sent Blair cartwheeling out and towards the door to the restaurant one more.
As his snagged pants caught the doorframe Blair’s momentum pulled him out of his jeans leaving him in just his own Cookie Monster jockey shorts.
His underwear might have had a more mature cut but it certainly was arguable to the pictures around the waistband being less mature than Radios.
The spiralling cartwheeling Blair did manage to extend a hand out as he spun past his rival and pulled him with him causing both boys to end up back in the main dining room of the restaurant both dressed now in their undies.
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Radio wanted to laugh at the success he had, blowing Blair out of that cabinet, but he couldn't due to being grabbed by him when he went cartwheeling by in his Cookie Monster undies.
Those were some interesting looking undershorts he had and Radio probably would have been a bit jealous had he not been dizzied by being forced to tag along to the cartwheels Blair was doing.
They both slumped in the middle of the restaurant, flat on their tummies with their undie clad butts showing off to everyone.
Radio poked his head up and tried to steady his rolling eyes before attempting to grab Blair and force him to look into his eyes...
...That was until the management FINALLY had enough.
"GET... OUT!" A large man shouted and winded up his boot.
WHAP!
BAM!
Both Radio and Blair were booted out of the restaurant and sent flying and screaming across the sky, shooting across the open courtyard of the outside mall, before slamming through the doors of a convenience store!
Radio slammed against a piano that had been set up in the store.
The boy flopped to the floor before stumbling to his feet, eyes rolling yet again as several piano teeth hung from his mouth like shattered hillbilly dentures. The cute little lump on his head was rather noticeable too.
Radio shook his head and spat the piano keys out, grumbling as he tried to steady himself and keep from passing out. He needed to demolish Blair before he recovered. He instantly reached over and grabbed the nearest thing he could.
His hand ended up resting on a pitch machine and beside it was a sack of baseballs. Radio gasped and then snickered, evilly. Despite being in a pair of embarrassing briefs and a now tattered shirt, his desire to make sure Blair got that fortune was driving him. He turned the machine on and began loading it with baseballs...!
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Blair had landed shirtless, pantless and breathless in the middle of the restaurant but before he could mutter anymore than a “what” he was booted, literally, into a nearby store.
Whilst Radio landed in the toy section of the store Blair found himself in the stationary section. He crashed through the store and landed into a wall of printer paper. Each packet was made of tightly sealed sheets and as hard as a brick. Blair’s face mashed into them and squashed the boy nearly flat before he sort of sprung back and whipped around.
The only sort of good fortune was that the black haired boy landed on his feet. He narrowed his eyes as he looked for a weapon or vantage point he could use and just across from the aisle he was standing in were two Uber-Staplemate X’s. These ultra fast firing staple guns were already locked and loaded by the time Blair skidded into the aisle.
Blair looked around to see if there was any clothes to cover up his Sesame Street branded underwear but there was nothing in this part of the store. So armed with his silver staple guns he began to stealth stalk further into the shop.
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Luckily for Radio, he'd caught sight of where Blair landed. He didn't know if Blair did for him but it didn't matter. He'd recovered enough to arm himself and quickly pointed the pitch machine at the direction he saw Blair land.
"Come on you..." Radio muttered. When he caught sight of Blair attempting to be stealthy he set about ruining that plan immediately. "Fire...!" He whispered before blasting endlessly a wave of baseballs right at Blair!
Beside the stationary area was the music section where a bunch of instruments were. He figured it'd be funny to see if he could blast him towards those!
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Blair wielded the staplers like a desperado from the old west with the same itchy trigger finger.
The whistling of the baseballs as they zoomed towards him only just gave the boy a small chance to roll out of the way. He came up onto his knees and started pressing the triggers. The staples shot out with startling speed yet humiliating range.
If Radio couldn’t see there was a little pile of staples landing a mere couple of feet in front of Blair’s sneakers, the only item of clothing he was wearing apart from his Cookie Monster jockey shorts, then he wouldn’t have been able to scoff at his nemesis.
Suddenly, the volley of baseballs drove Blair backwards as they struck him with a hollow bonking sound. He barely had time to throw himself behind a large bass drum for some cover.
As Radio had him pinned down there was no way for the teleporter to pick a landing location to change the course of what was happening yet.
“If I don’t create some separation then this isn’t going to go my way.” Blair said over the drum beat as the baseballs kept hitting his defensive position.
Taking a cymbal from the drum kit Blair held it up like a shield and poked his head up, looking across the store. It had almost everything he could want or need for a victory here.
“I just need time.” Blair said. “Let’s give him the orchestra”
Picking up some drum sticks Blair chucked them with his super powered accuracy at the baseball launcher before he then started throwing more and more instruments.
It was after Blair had tossed several triangles at Radio that he found his hand grasping a maraca. Blair let go of the instrument as though it was molten hot.
The fortune from the cookie rang through his mind.
He wasn’t going to make it come true for himself. Instead Blair turned the drum that was his cover on its side and sent it rolling towards Radio’s last position. It wasn’t quite the boulder from Indiana Jones but he hoped it would function the same.
Leaving the maracas untouched on the ground, Blair then used his powers to head up to the top of a rack of shelves. It was just between the music section and the homewares but Blair hoped that the confusion would have stopped Radio from being able to keep him in his sights.
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Radio had himself a nice giggle at seeing all the instruments being tossed his way land pathetically far off the mark or not come anywhere near him at all. It was especially funny when the ding-a-ling sounds of the triangles smacked against the floor. It was a good thing this place seemed pretty empty, otherwise they'd be in intense danger of being kicked out.
Still, it was extremely crowded just outside the door. He had to end this quick and get himself some pants.
As he pondered this, he gasped at seeing the drum rolling towards him. Radio dived to the side and watched it roll on by. The red-violet haired boy blushed a bit, feeling a tad embarrassed that he dove away from something that looked so harmless up close. However, the distraction had worked on him. The baseballs had stopped firing and he'd momentarily lost sight of Blair.
"No! Darnit... he's not gonna get the better of me...!" Radio snapped, rushing forward and trying to get to the music section. He figured Blair had to be close by there still. If he could nab him before he did that annoying teleport thing he could put an end to him...!
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From his vantage point on top of the shelves Blair finally managed to breathe a sigh of relief. The baseballs had stopped and Radio was already trying to head to the black haired boy’s old position.
‘He’s fast and has the advantage over me.’ Blair thought noting that Radio still has on his shirt. ‘Let’s fix that.’
Sliding down the shelves into the homeware section Blair grabbed some clothes hooks. Using a washing line, which was retractable and reeled into itself, Blair attached a strong hook to it.
‘If this works I will either be reeling in a little chump or ripping the shirt from his body.’ Blair thought, his eyes almost glowing with evil energy.
Now all he needed was a distraction to bring Radio to him.
In Blair’s recent battles he had learned some new tricks with the lightning that his teleporting left behind. He also knew that Radio wouldn’t be so silly as to race after any crashing sound he made, not since his last defeat at the mall, so Blair set up three large mirrors all pointing back to the music section.
Then taking a powerful lamp he turned it on and off quickly to mimic the lightning of him teleporting. Using the mirrors Blair tried to angle the reflections to look like his landing point as well. If he had done this right then Radio should come stalking him.
Blair then clambered back up onto a random shelf carefully. He had some of the hooks ready to throw down and shred Radio’s shirt but if that missed his hidden trap should get the boy instead.
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Radio was snarling and looking about the area in the music section for Blair. He was almost ready to give up when he saw something that scared him. The two maracas on the floor.
Radio's heart skipped a beat and he stumbled back a bit, going in the opposite direction but not before he grabbed the large tuba. With a grin he brought it across the room and set it down, thinking up a plan... until he spotted the "lightning" in the distance behind him.
"Ah-ha!" Radio grinned, turning around and racing right for the direction of the flash. If that teleporter thought he could defeat Radio's fear enhanced mind control powers he had another thing coming!
That was until Radio skidded to a stop. "Wait... I still can't see him... I shouldn't just rush in hastily..." He muttered, tip-toeing forward but still heading for the direction he saw the flash. He was definitely being very cautious. It might be a toss up whether or not the hooks worked because of that now.
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Blair heard Radio’s heels skid to a stop as well as the muttering. “The little doofus is learning...” He said sending down the hook at Radio’s shirt.
The hook caught the shorter boy’s shirt just below the sleeve and as it started to reel back towards Blair the teleporter quickly picked out another landing site at the clothes section of the store.
Blair grinned at his cleverness, he was going to be fully dressed soon and the little squirt was going to be primed and ready to be the diapered dope once again.
Blair then started to slowly stalk his way past the lines of toddler and baby clothes to the boys section. He was going to get himself ready to get Radio.
If he was quick enough he could get dressed, rush back and pick up supplies before rushing Radio. He’d be beside the maracas before anyone in the store knew what was happening.
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Radio was way more alert than Blair was seemingly prepared for perhaps. The instant the hook was sent down towards Radio, the boy quickly grabbed the nearest musical instrument he could, in this case a hard wooden block, and beamed it right at the direction Blair was in.
It was definitely on its way to bash him in the face. If it hit, Radio could follow through with his plan involving the tuba and the cymbals by his side. He prayed he was fast enough and spontaneous enough for this to work. He strained his ears as hard as he could to do that.
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Blair had never been intending to stay in position to watch if the hook caught Radio or not. As soon as he had thrown it down, his teleporting powers had changed his position.
His familiarity with Radio and his powers meant he knew not to stay within the line of sight of the smaller boy less his "fear powers" actually managed to whammy him.
Although Blair wasn’t safe in the clothing department either. Peering behind a clothes tail, watching the little terror’s wicked throw and hearing it’s accompanied clunk as the wooden block pelted where he had just been Blair had paid no attention to anyone else in his surroundings.
“Oh, my gawd, what are you wearing?” Was the comment from a particularly bored sounding tween girl from behind Blair to his right.
Maybe Radio hadn’t heard that call. Maybe Blair still had a chance to adjust his position to ready his next part of his plan...!
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Radio growled like an angry lion when the wooden block smacked against the wall. It missed by a country mile and he momentarily was about to scream in anger at the notion that what he did was worthless. His plan could still work though. If he could just...
... Wait a second.
Radio turned and grabbed at the hook on the string right beside him. He saw it still attached to the clothes line up above and made a determined face. With a harsh yank he managed to disconnect the clothesline from the mechanism that made it drop, giving him access to the wire and a hook attached to the end of it.
He was about to make another quick scan of the room when he suddenly heard the voice of someone... calling out someone else on their style of dress.
"If we're the only ones here then... its HIM!" Radio snapped, twirling the hook on a string around before launching it forward and attempting to snag it on Blair's undies. This was his second attempt but he could see the location and despite how far off he was, he could make out someone's butt sticking out just enough. He had to assume it was his target!
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“Shut up, you’ll tell him my position...!” Blair fumed, ushering the girl away.
She moved away but with a bored sigh and an eye roll ignoring the spiky haired boy’s protests.
Blair had been so preoccupied with this annoyance of a girl that he hadn’t heard Radio pull down the hook. He hadn’t seen his throw but he certainly felt the hook catch hold of the blue and white waistband of his Cookie Monster jockey shorts.
“I’m not playing this game...” Blair said with a stamp of his sneakers.
With heavy breath almost flaming from his nostrils he tried to take the initiative away from Radio. Spinning so he was facing down the rope he charged towards the smaller boy like a furious bull!
Sticking his left hand out to one of the shelves as he rushed past his fingers grabbed a guitar as he made his way back to the musical instruments.
It was time for Blair to do his best El Kabong impression.
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Radio gasped when he saw Blair just say "Screw it" and bolt at him! He truly hadn't expected the stealth section of this game to end like that. Still, this was good. Radio still had a chance to make his plan succeed!
Blair was still hooked by his undies so all he had to do was use his momentum against him!
Radio tugged on the wire and then stepped on it! This caused the hook to yank downward, which in turn made Blair stumble forward since the hook was in his underwear.
Radio hurried ahead and grabbed Blair by his armpits and tossed him over his head, aiming to make him land head first inside the massive tuba he had dragged over!
--
Blair’s momentum carried him straight into Radio’s trip. The guitar he had raised above his head ready to strike didn’t move as the spiky haired boy fell forward.
Whether it was luck or just the force of the two boys combined, but probably just the extra speed Blair was now carrying from the deafening twang of his Cookie Monster jockey shorts elastic, Blair somersaulted towards the tuba. The uncoordinated forward roll seemed that it would only be arrested one way with him sliding head first into the large brass instrument.
The guitar though slid across the mouth of the tuba, like a hero wedging open the terrible jaws of a monster, and Blair slid over the top landing in a dazed pile on the hard floor.
“Muh butt feels like it was spanked...” He said his voice wobbling as much as his eyes which seemed to still be spinning.
Standing on jelly legs Blair grabbed for something to hold onto. Stumbling forward and back he ended up knocking back into the tuba sending it tumbling backwards towards Radio.
Blair slowly began to shake his head clear as he felt the huge brass instrument drop coldly away from his bare skin towards his enemy.
--
Radio's eyes widened as he saw the tuba fall towards him. His plan still hadn't worked and he figured it would probably never see the light of day now because of this. If he had pulled it off, it probably would have looked cool but sometimes fate be like that.
The poor boy shrieked as instead it crushed him and made his legs stick up like a more cartoony version of the Wicked Witch being crushed by that house.
When the tuba landed it blurted out a loud sound that masked the loud fart Radio made when it struck his gut.
Seems he was trapped and at Blair's mercy now.
--
Blair turned as the tuba crashed down and saw a pair of spindly legs sticking out from under the brass instrument.
“Got...you?” He asked but the sound was drowned out by the blast of noise coming from it.
Radio still had his shirt on which frustrated the taller spiky haired boy and whilst Blair couldn’t fix this and still keep Radio trapped he had to press his advantage. He knew first hand what it was to give the shorter demon a chance to fight back.
Unhooking his underwear carefully Blair took the rope and looped it quickly around Radio’s feet. “That should keep you where I need you.” Blair said tapping the tuba again to make it ring like a bell over his opponent.
Forgoing his previous plan to get some clothes to cover up his own almost nakedness Blair instead grabbed some sticky paste and he gingerly moved to grab the maracas.
The teleporter quickly used his powers to dash between holding the rattling noisemakers and placing them beside Radio.
“The prophecy from the fortune cookie didn’t say if the geek who lost would be shaking the maracas first or if they would be in a diaper first.” Blair explained down the tuba. “So let’s give you a hand so that you can hold onto these!”
Blair, of course, discounted the fact that he had again picked up the maracas which resulted in them shaking but instead he opened the paste and began to slap it onto their handles.
Once he was ready he bent down to tuck his fingers under the lip of the tuba and he began to lift it up. He only needed to get to Radio’s hands. He didn’t need to free the kid entirely.
--
Radio was shaking a bit, laid out in his Go Diego Go briefs and feeling intensely embarrassed. Still, he hadn't given up. He heard Blair's taunting and was pretending to be unconscious, keeping his eyes closed as he felt the tuba get picked up.
All he had to do was wait and then act at the right time. Blair's teleporting powers were impressive but Radio's fear command powers were formidable too. He merely needed to get one good look into Blair's eyes and he could give him a command...!
Radio winced and then when the time was right, he opened his eyes and leered right into Blair's, hopefully locking onto his pupils!
--
Blair had been careful. In his mind he had wrestled control of the situation back from Radio and his underoos.
But as he lifted the tuba up a crack the instrument came up quicker than he had expected. His eyes widen at his own strength and of course he found then himself staring at Radio’s own peepers.
Not allowing himself to focus, Blair threw himself backwards landing with a thud on his backside again. He felt his left hand get squashed around something whilst his right was empty.
Looking down Blair realised that as he landed he had just glued his hand to the maraca.
Not wishing for his other hand to get caught he chucked the second one directly at Radio’s head. If it hit then it would cause a painful thud but with the little battler’s reactions Blair was more than convinced he’d catch hold of it instead. Especially as Blair gave a slightly more panicked “Take this!” Than he intended.
--
Blair overestimated Radio there. Radio had immediately sat up to leer into Blair's eyes to finally capture him with his powers... but doing so made him wide open so when the maraca was tossed it beamed him in the head...!
However, his hard head made it bounce off of his face and sent it flying right back at Blair!
Radio stumbled from under the tuba and was now standing... but wobbling with crossed eyes. That definitely hurt. He was trying not to feel weird and giddy and instead focused on lunging at Blair. He was done with being sneaky and stuff. He was gonna use force now!
--
The bouncing maraca rebounded with a wincing shake from Radio’s face to back towards Blair.
As he was now effectively sitting on his backside again Blair rolled over to his right and continued rolling. He was aiming to get back towards the clothing section. There had been a big rack of clothes he could have lured Radio into if he was stealthy.
With a maraca glued to your other hand however, stealth isn’t really an option and the rhythmic sound of a boy in Cookie Monster jockey shorts rolling towards a clothing rack of fur coats has a better beat than one might expect.
“I’ll get him in close.” Blair said as his eyes started to spin from his rolling. “Then I’ll hit him with the taser fist. I just need to get a chance to aim.”
The distance was still dizzingly far to the coat rack so Blair tried to up his speed to close the distance.
--
Radio's eyes began to spin as he saw Blair rolling away from him. It almost made him dizzy. He was getting really frustrated that he hadn't gotten a chance to use his power once during this whole scuffle while Blair had gotten to use his plenty. It already sucked that there was a limit on what he could make Blair do with it. He was wishing for a power that was a bit more versatile now.
Radio grunted and raced after Blair, heading straight for the coat racks. He rushed along the floor, pumping his fists before jumping and going for a frontal tackle on Blair's body, grappling with his body as they bowled right into the clothes.
The second maraca rolled with them and ended up making an unremarkable thud against the side along with them.
"Owwww..." Radio muttered with his butt sticking straight out.
--
Blair’s eyes were rolling around in their sockets before the angry lump that was Radio tackled him. He had barely come to a stop when the stone headed squirt barrelled straight into him.
Fortunately Blair had just enough wherewithal to take hold of the loop of Radio’s underpants and yank them hard over his head head in an attempt to give him a massive wedgie.
Then he tried to force himself back onto his feet but his legs were still jelly and with a loud “Woah, the ground is made of cheese and sauce...” the disoriented lad took two stumbling steps before unceremoniously falling over a table that had been neatly stocked full of designer clothes for toddlers.
As Blair upended the display he sent bibs, bonnets, onesies and sleepers flying in all directions around him.
His still dizzy brain let out his wobbly thought out loud rather than in his head.
“Well that’s us closer to the diapers and the maracas...”
--
"EEEEP!" Radio shrieked as the Go Diego Go briefs were stretched far worse than they were intended too. He couldn't let that go unpunished.
He flopped to the floor and tried to pick the wedgie from his butt for a bit before angrily wincing and losing his mind.
He spotted the second maraca on the ground and kicked it rather hard so that it would beam into Blair's head!
He then dove at Blair and tried to grab at his underwear to yank them down instead of up. He was sick of his crap!
--
Blair heard the whizzing sound as the musical instrument flew through the air. He turned just in time for it to smack him straight in the forehead.
In almost slow motion the plastic casing smashed against Blair’s head then the beans inside the maraca crashed against the casing against Blair’s head and the whole thing thundered the spiky haired boy back and over the table.
This only helped Radio’s grasping fingers as they caught hold of Blair’s jockey shorts. The teleporter slid cleanly out of his underwear and landed in a heap on the other side of the display table.
With his vision swimming and the little stars spinning around his head, not helped by a baby mobile which showed exactly the same things as it spun above him, Blair grabbed something to use as a weapon in case Radio was coming to press his advantage.
That was why Blair took hold of the bottle of baby powder and chucked the whole thing over the table at Radio’s form in an explosion of white sweet smelling powder.
--
Radio wasn't done with his rampage of blind fury. He might have literally been legally considered blind with rage as he hopped over the table in an attempt to demolish Blair with a fight cloud of intensity...
... However, the baby powder that smashed against his face saw his decent as something way more lopsided then intended. The flurry of snow white powder made him fall forward and crash on top of Blair in a haze.
He coughed and wheezed while rolling about the assortment of diapers and baby items, clinging onto Blair's body as he did so.
"Y-You're not... g-going ... ANYWHERE!" Radio said, rummaging through the smokescreen of powder while trying to hit the downed boy. All that rolling around seemed to have caused a few of the baby items to wrap around them in a few spots. Radio didn't know it but a baby bib got stuck to his butt and a baby bonnet got latched to his head.
As for Blair though, Radio had unknowingly rolled the boy's bottom along an unfolded diaper and when he stopped with Radio sitting on his stomach, he was so angry that he didn't even currently notice that it had latched onto Blair's waist with the tapes closed and the powder having gotten along his lower region when they were engulfed in it.
Radio was too busy trying to punch at his face to see it and laugh. He was like a wild animal now.
--
Blair saw Radio appear through the snow white fog of powder enraged and frantic and he got his hands up to catch the smaller, desperate boy.
Not that it helped much as the two boys ended up rolling around the floor. There was ripping and thumping sounds as distorted crinkles and weirdly gentle smells enrobed the dust cloud of chaos.
Blair at one point was on top of Radio. He thought he was bringing down something hard to bear on the little pipsqueak’s head but it landed softly on the boy with no ill effects or even sign of slowing him down.
Likewise what Blair thought was going to be a whiffed punch from the littler terror resulted in Radio‘s fist somehow connecting with a package of absurdly thick diapers which split on impact sending the inches thick garments rolling around everywhere after it connected with Blair’s chest spinning him onto the floor.
Blair had his hands up now as Radio almost fell on top of him. With his hand still glued to one of the maracas he used it to bash back at the boy whilst trying to wiggle free.
It was only then he became accurately aware of the thickness of what he was sitting in. Bringing his hands together around Radio’s head like a bell clap Blair forced himself back onto his feet. Getting his head above the cloud of powder he yanked up one of the thick diapers ready to stomp over and tape it to Radio.
That was when he noticed two things. In his haste he had pushed the boy back in to the powder and lost sight of him. Secondly as Blair took a step forward he felt something shift tightly between his thighs.
As the powder started to settle behind him, falling to the floor and clearing Blair touched his free right hand to his backside and swallowed hard.
There was a distinctly thick, distractingly padded, undeniably crinkly diaper tightly taped to him.
--
Radio managed to properly compose himself as he leered at Blair in the haze of powder. It was like the aftermath to an explosion or something but it had cleared up enough for him to get a clear enough picture of what was happening.
Normally, Radio would have started laughing but instead he decided to capitalize on his lead and rushed forward, grabbing a tray off a nearby baby's high chair.
"Special delivery!" He shouted, raising it up... and then slamming it down on Blair's head with a cartoonish symbol sound going off as though they were still in the music section.
--
Had Blair’s hand not been glued onto a maraca he may have been able to catch the tray. Had his other one not been rather lazily moving around his crinkling backside trying to convince himself that this wasn’t happening he may have even deflected the obvious loud attack before it brained him.
Neither of these things were true and instead with a thunderous crash and a comedic smash Blair was staggering straight back onto his backside with stars and tweeting birdies fluttering around his head.
The only comfort he could have taken, had his mind been in a condition to process the situation was that his vision was now swimming too much for Radio’s powers to hit him immediately.
The fact that he had been reduced to chirping and blubbering nonsense however meant he was in no condition to stand up to the smaller boy.
--
Radio panted and then sighed... before smiling and calmly reaching down and grabbing the other maraca, handing it to the ditzy, dazed boy by curling it into his other hand.
"Here you are. You're annoying and a jerk but I love it when you have that derpy smile on your face. Good match. How about we go celebrate with a little dumb boy DANCE!" Radio said, leering into Blair's eyes.
He was trying to use his powers, figuring that his messed up brain would make him more subjectable to his powers but apparently it was keeping him away yet again. Radio was frustrated. Blair had gotten to use his powers so much today and he hadn't had a chance to yet. Not even once.
"Come oooooonnnnn~!" Radio whined, shaking him.
Honestly, he might have had a better chance taking advantage of Blair's scrambled brain and just telling him to do it.
--
Blair took hold of the maraca as soon as he was handed it. His fingers grasped it in a death grip as soon as Radio closed his hands around it.
With his brain so scrambled Blair just nodded and smiled at Radio’s words as he spoke in soft tones. This meant that as Radio mentioned dancing Blair couldn’t help but force himself to his feet and begin an uncoordinated shuffle.
With wild shaking of his butt and his arms the crinkling stomping one boy conga line made his way through the store.
But slowly his movements became less random more deliberate. His eyes began to focus more and the crushing realisation of what he was doing and what he was wearing began to dawn on Blair.
Then he finally realised where he was standing in front of. The Chinese restaurant, and the busy place was just beginning its dinner service.
“I’ve got to get out of here...” Blair blabbed the stress giving him pangs in his stomach and brain.
--
Radio had a super wicked grin on his face as he charged forward. Without much if a second thought, he burst forward and booted Blair right into his diapered butt, sending him fumbling even further forward and out the door of the store. Now he was standing proud in the open lot of the outside mall where the most people were around.
Radio delighted in this image, having stolen a fish from the fish tank of the eatery on his way in and back out of the Chinese restaurant and prying open the back of Blair's diaper.
"We're almost there. I need you to start dancing though! Shake that rump and swing those maracas around for a good show!" Radio said, dropping the fish in. That would surely get his butt a grooving!
--
Blair heard Radio’s words and immediately tried to turn away from them.
As he swung his body one way the fish in his large Pamper had kicked and flipped in the exact opposite direction. His butt was wiggling now.
His hands still glued tightly around the maracas his body gave an almost too coordinated shake and rhythm to his movements.
The spiky haired boy couldn’t manage more than a “woah” as he tried something to command his backside to stop shaking and wiggling via his diaper in the middle of the mall.
Trying something unexpected Blair took one of his hands and attempted to brain the fish with a hard strike of the maraca to get it to stop moving.
However either by a danger sense or reactions built on avoiding predators the fish swished and Blair’s diaper butt shot off to the side, avoiding the hard musical spank.
Blair couldn’t continue like this. Something had to give.
--
Radio smiled brightly and strutted confidently in front of Blair. He finally had a moment to land his ability. Blair was focused on the fish and he had failed to properly deal with it, giving Radio an opening to deal with HIM!
Radio grabbed Blair by his chin, squishing his cheeks a bit in a cute manner, before leering hard into his eyes.
"No escape THIS time! You hear my voice right? You wanna listen to what I have to say now right? It's soothing and comforting right? Don't worry. I'm gonna make sure you have all the time in the world to enjoy your little dance!" He said, speaking in a rhythmic, hypnotic tone.
Whether Blair could continue like this or not, it would seem he had no choice!
--
Blair’s eyes took the full hit of Radio’s power seemingly swirling around, totally mesmerised.
He nodded quickly, not helped by the swaying and swishing of his lower half. His face squished close in a defenceless way.
Blair had been raising his fists up to try and protect himself but they fell back down by his side. If he was in a trance now was the chance to get him. If he was fighting to get his body to respond then right now it was a losing battle.
Giving one more attempt to free himself from Radio’s hands Blair lifted his foot to stamp it down on the smaller lad’s toes. But his wiggling diapered backside shook at just the wrong point and he instead landed his foot in a tie pointed half kick accompanied with a shake and a flourish of his chest and arms.
“I need to go....” Was all the fight Blair’s current brain could verbalise.
--
"You need to go? Nuh-uh. You're not going anywhere except maybe in your diaper." Radio sneered, grinning evilly as he let his fear hypnosis power surge!
It was too late. Finally, Radio had Blair ensnared in his grasp! Now for the command.
Radio felt happy that he hadn't gotten a chance to use his power up until this point actually. He could pump all the power he had for today into this one command and leave it at that.
"Blair, the fortune cookie was talking about YOU! We know that now so why don't you celebrate your loss and humiliation with a nice BIG show for all these people. Shake your diapered booty for the crowd, dance, sing embarrassing pop songs, swish your maracas around, and do it all with a dumb, stupid, derpy smile on your face!" Radio commanded, already liking the cross-eyed look he saw on his adversary's face.
Radio then smirked and held up his fingers. "When you head home after your performance, you're gonna be compelled the strip to your undies and dance for the next week, every time someone calls out to you. I'm sure you'll have fun." He said that last bit in a whisper. "No potty breaks either so try and learn how to hold it."
With that, he patted Blair's cheek with one hand and snapped his finger with the other, making the command official...!
--
Blair felt his mind go slack as Radio hit him with both hypnotic barrels.
The fish in the back of his diaper might have been dictating the beat but now Radio’s powers were dictating the song.
His feet began to pound. His diaper began to wriggle. His hands began to stretch out. Then with the poor coordination that can only come with being a dancing diapered dork the spiky haired boy began to make a complete spectacle of himself.
With a surprisingly melodic voice Blair began to belt out an embarrassing medley of pop songs all of which seemed to have Baby in the title or lyrics.
By the time Blair was heading for home his one boy set had been going for hours. His diaper was beginning to sag from the sweat from his exercise but the big finish was yet to come. With one extra long kick into the splits Blair’s eyes crossed and he flooded the diaper in front of the gathered crowd.
Soggily waddle-dancing home Blair finally got his body back under control only for his mother to shout his name as he entered the house.
This time Blair’s performance was shorter but the finish was much worse for the boy.
Fortunately his mother had kept some of perfectly sized plastic backed Pampers from his previous defeats. Radio’s command about lack of potty breaks made wearing them a necessity for a whole week as it was just as easy for those calling Blair’s name; be they his mother, teachers, bullies or the nurse at his school; to direct his dancing into the futile kicking of a small baby on a changing mat.
Swearing his revenge whilst soggily kicking on a diaper changing mat, grinning like an idiot, Blair knew this was going to be a long week.
--
As for Radio, he delighted in watching the show as well... but when a few laughs came his way he blushed and smiled with an embarrassed sheen on his face, having forgotten that he was still in his Go Diego Go briefs.
Oh well.
He took the scraps of Blair's clothes and made his way home after the long show dressed like a Greek God thanks to the makeshift tunic he made out of them.
He was really glad he came to get that fortune cookie today... but he admittedly wouldn't want to tempt fate by going for a second time.
END
