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 had his small bag hunched over his shoulder as he entered the thick double doors of the Movie Theater. The place was always so huge and smelled of popcorn at the front. That smell was enticing but every time he saw himself heading to the counter to purchase some, he'd get personally offended by the outrageous price.
Still, today was a special day. He couldn't not see the new hit movie of the summer, "Pirate Zombies Vs. Ninja Superheroes: Civil Infinity War of the Endgame" without a tub of popcorn by his side now could he? At the very least, the drinks he smuggled into his bag would make it so that he didn't have to worry about a dry mouth. These places say that they didn't allow outside drinks but they never checked anyone's bags because they didn't care.
Radio waltzed up to the counter to go and get him some delicious buttery popcorn... realizing that the time he'd arrived was cutting it close a bit. If he didn't grab a good seat there was a 99.9% chance the movie would be ruined. Thankfully, the line was miraculously not very long.
Plus, this kid in front of him looked like a loser and he had fear induced mind controlling powers. What was he gonna do?
So yeah, Radio pushed right on by to cut in front of the lad in front of him. What were the odds that it was going to have any repercussions?
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Blair exited the bathroom in the multiplex and was heading for his screen when he saw a familiar stock of hair.
Due to his powers Blair didn’t always pay for movies. If he could find a way into the theater he could teleport into an empty seat or find somewhere in the eves or the rafters to sit.
Not today though. Not with this movie. ‘PZvNSCIWotE? Forget about it.’ Blair thought to himself. ‘This movie is still sold out and packing in crowds across the whole country!’
But Blair saw Radio and he was sure that Radio hadn’t seen him. Mind you, Blair was dressed fairly differently from the last time the two had met at the circus. Right now Blair was decked out in a gray pair of jean shorts and a moss green hoodie which had several ninja superheroes splashed across it.
Even his belt buckle had a zombified hand keeping his shorts up.
Blair saw Radio’s bag and assumed that he had something in there for the movie. ‘I wonder if he has an extra dry set of underwear in there in case he gets too excited watching the flick.’ Blair chuckled as he thought that.
Moving to the ushers, Blair causally showed them his ticket and as he was walking through he gave a nod of his head towards Radio. “I don’t know about you guys. But if I was questioning letting people in due to the age rating, well…, I’d be pretty sure that little kid needs a responsible adult to take them into this movie. Especially as he has his diaper bag there to smuggle in some contraband.”
Blair continued to walk past the bored looking ushers, he wasn’t sure if they would do anything about his bag but he could hear the mumbling between them complaining that they would probably have to question who Radio was attending the movie with.
Blair grinned. He was going to get two shows. One from the angry little dweeb in the foyer and then one of the most talked about movies ever.
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Surprisingly, the person Radio had managed to upset with his cutting in line wasn't Blair. Historically and ironically, he'd probably be getting a foot up his plump butt right about now but instead he got a slightly less annoying tap on the shoulder.
"Eh?" Radio turned around with his hands in his shorts pockets. His usual tan shorts were accompanied by a jet black shirt and a turquoise jacket around him. He didn't look like a punk or anything but he didn't look friendly either.
"Excuse me but you just cut in front of me. May I get my space in line back?" The boy about in-between Radio and Blair's height, asked politely. He had strange ocean blue hair and just as blue eyes. His plain white t-shirt and blue jeans made him look astonishingly plain besides that.
Radio snorted. "It's just a single spot in line. Don't freak out."
"If that's true then give me my spot in line back." The kid said.
Radio rolled his eyes. He could just use his fear powers to get the kid to back off but he didn't want to make a scene... or at least that's what he would have said if he cared about having OTHER people make a scene.
Radio glared at the boy and the kid shivered. Radio then grinned and said. "Sure, I'll give you your spot back. Not sure why you're pantsing yourself though."
"Eh?" The boy blinked in confusion right at the instant he grabbed his jeans and tugged them down while standing in line. He blushed, standing in his plain tighty whities and yelped, getting people to giggle as he struggled to get his pants back up.
Radio laughed right at the moment he was called up to get his popcorn. Looks like that spot in line was his.
The boy growled as he leered at Radio, pants back on but the dignity of the wind hitting his bare legs drifting off with the open air. Hopefully, he didn't make him anymore upset. He wanted to enjoy this film.
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Blair saw Radio hit the kid with his power for the sake of a spot in line and some popcorn.
“It looks like somebody hasn’t learned his lesson,” Blair said with a shake of his head. If the bored looking attendants remembered it might be a little extra quirk over the brat.
But if Radio wanted popcorn Blair was more than ready to help him out.
Sneaking behind the counter Blair grabbed a large bag of unpopped kernels. Taking a metal spoon Blair picked a landing spot behind Radio.
Pulling back Radio’s shorts Blair tried to dump the whole bag of kernels into Radio’s underwear and then crackled away with his teleportation powers. Using the lightning he generated when doing so, Blair tried to heat the bag so it would cook the popcorn and hopefully explode out of his shorts after filling his underwear and stretching it out first.
“One order of Dorkins Poppins’ Corn coming up!” Blair said loudly. He crackled away and the lightning traveled down the spoon towards Radio’s shorts.
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Radio blinked a bit, making a very unsure face when his shorts were pulled back. His butt felt a bit airy all of a sudden. However, he did feel a strange sensation as the popcorn kernels filled up his briefs. Then when the lightning shocked the spoon that was also stuck into his shorts and ignited the kernels, his eyes widened with a heavy realization.
Something was about to explode in his underwear and shorts!
But who--?!
Then he heard the voice.
Radio's eye twitched and his face went red with anger... then it went even redder in embarrassment as he stood there in public with all eyes trained on him while popcorn began to explode and pop into existence in his underwear.
"It's that guy AGAAAAAAAIN!" Radio shouted, eyes crossing a bit as the pain from the heat of the popcorn popping and scorching his poor balls struck him hard. People were really confused why he suddenly stopped approaching the counter and began gyrating in place like HE was a popcorn maker.
The guy behind the counter was momentarily confused when he heard the sounds of popcorn popping as the machine hadn't started again just yet. However, everyone seemingly understood a bit better when Radio's shorts began to balloon out with a ton of small lumps before an eruption of popcorn spewed out of the leg holes of his shorts.
"HNNNNNNNNGGAAAAAHHHH!" Radio gasped as this happened.
When he was done, he was drooling and twitching. His crotch was sizzling. His shorts were oozing salt and butter too, somehow.
He held up his finger and said. "N-Nebbermind... I gots pop-it corns alweady..." He then stumbled off to his theater like a drunkard. He was headed after Blair, knowing that jerk had to be both behind this and somewhere close by...!
The blue haired kid he messed with earlier starred in mild confusion. One of the people behind him asked, "Did that kid just crap his shorts with popcorn?"
The blue haired boy knew better. He saw the flashes of light. He also recognized that his self-pantsing earlier felt a bit strange too. He could tell.
There were other people with powers here.
And it seemed like they wanted to ruin his movie.
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Blair watched Radio stumble away from the line waddling like a drunk, or a newborn with a full diaper.
He nodded at the kid that Radio had made pants himself as if he was a great hero and not some jerk pranking a younger kid.
Stepping through the lobby Blair moved towards his screen before stopping and turning back to see if the ushers were going to stop Radio from entering by himself.
“Damn it does look like that little kid really should be supervised. Did he fill his pants with popcorn or just fill his pants? You can’t let him stink up the theater.”
Blair chuckled and stepped into the shadow of a display for an upcoming movie to wait and see what happened to Radio next.
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Radio wouldn't be here right now if he couldn't manage himself at the theater. Sometimes, people didn't care. They saw little kids running around all the time and assumed an adult was around somewhere. In this situation it was a little different seeing how he was stumbling towards them with his pants loaded to the brim with popcorn. It looked ridiculous.
There was only one usher in front of the theater he was headed to and he was some bored looking teenager who took one glance at Radio and began to giggle.
Radio leered at him and a second later the guy was clucking like a chicken and doing cartwheels down the hallway. With a snicker he made his way inside.
The blue haired boy glanced at Radio and back at Blair. He wasn't a fan of how much they were making a scene. He figured maybe Blair had good intentions... but that wasn't true and he wasn't in a very trusting mood.
"Don't let it get to you. Just enjoy the movie." The boy said to himself, sighing as he tried to go into the theater next.
Because of how sold out the film was the tickets had an assigned seating system here. He prayed to God he wasn't sat next to either of them.
Of course, his heart sank when he went in and drew closer and closer to Radio as he sat there, grumbling as he shoved his underwear popcorn into his mouth.
"Darn it. Where is he? I'm gonna kick his butt." Radio muttered. "Maybe I'll even gloat that he saved me money for overpriced popcorn."
The ocean haired boy sat down next to Radio, the kid who pantsed him earlier, and tried to focus on the screen as the previews were coming on...
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Blair watched Radio toddle in and have to shove, waddle and force his way into the seat.
As he checked his ticket he saw by some twist of fate he was sitting almost directly behind his little nemesis; if a couple of rows back.
“You get better seats if you get in early,” Blair announced to nobody. He shuffled into his own seat.
Taking hold of the straw of his ‘Giant Glug’ drink Blair loaded it with a spit wad.
Waiting until the lights started to fade for the previews Blair used his perfect aim to send the spitwad to splat against the back of Radio’s neck.
Unfortunately for Blair the rather cheap quality of the straw or it could have been the paper or whatever caused the spitwad to split into pieces.
Yes, Radio would have gotten the worst of it but the kids sitting on either side of the fidgeting popcorn-panted pipsqueak would have felt it too.
Blair settled back and watched his handiwork. Previews and some squirming dorks; why this was quite the show.
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"UAGH!" Radio lurched when the nastiness of the spitwad smacked against the back of his neck. How dare--!
He spun around to face the nearest person close to him. "You! Blue hair!"
"My name is Samson." The already irritated boy said back. He was even more annoyed now too. Speckles of the spitwad that exploded against Radio got onto his cheek too!
"Whatever. Give me some of your shirt thread!" Radio snapped and unraveled a bit of Samson's shirt without his permission.
"What the--?!" Samson was confused as he watched Radio sit there and loop his shirt thread around a small paper clip. In the darkness, Radio grinned, having managed to catch sight of Blair right before the lights went out completely.
With his own special kind of inhuman accuracy, he tossed the makeshift fishing line made from shirt thread and a paperclip over the rows of seats and watched it fall and stab into Blair's pants.
Radio then used his strength to slowly tug on it more and more until Blair's pants were tugged down to his knees... and then his ankles... and then off his feet...!
Soon, they seemed to be sucked in-between the seats!
Samson was flabbergasted. Not only did he have the gall to do that but HOW he managed to do that boggled the mind!
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Blair was just starting to lean back in his seat, satisfied that the spitwad had hit the little pipsqueak, when he felt something tug at his shorts.
He couldn’t see the thread and he was too late to catch hold the safety pin so his shorts worked their way down his legs and disappeared through the gap in the seats.
“Hey bring those back!” Blair yelped as he dived over the top of the seats bumping two rather annoyed teens out of his way.
Blair knew who had stolen his shorts so he didn’t bother trying to catch them; instead he leapt between the next set of seats landing in front of Radio.
Having battled the little twerp so often Blair knew that landing nose to nose with the smaller boy only handed the advantage to his fear based powers.
‘But that doesn’t mean I can’t get him!’ Blair thought. Spinning around quickly, the spiky haired boy lifted the lid from his soda.
Sure, some of the liquid might have splashed the same unfortunate blue haired kid but that was a small price to pay to dump the contents over Radio’s head!
Blair offered the kid a shrug as he stood there, now suddenly lit up by the screen.
Blair had been wearing his cool belt over his normal shorts but the cool zombie hand belt buckle had failed to prevent the tighty whities beneath from being exposed.
And Blair’s were a real doozy. White with purple trim and a baby blue toddlerish design of a car in the middle and on the backside. The car even had the words “beep beep” and “vroom vroom” orbiting the car.
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"AGGGH! COLD!" Radio yelped in his seat. He shivered as he growled at Blair, eyes momentarily crossed due to the frigid nature of his person. Now his underwear popcorn was all soggy. He couldn't even enjoy THAT now. Blair would pay double for that!
Radio's unfocused eyes made for a hard sell when it came to his fear hypnosis... so he just, instead, kicked Blair in the balls while he stood in front of him. It was a classic maneuver and he literally was in the perfect position.
Samson, unfortunately, got splashed with the drink and then some again when Radio retaliated. Even worse, the movie had started and people were giving the three of them dirty looks. Yes, the THREE of them. He'd done nothing but since he was also a kid he must be a part of the problem right?
Samson began to growl. His hands glowed a small white light...!
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Blair felt the imagined gratitude of the people who were trying to watch the movie for a full two seconds before he felt blinding pain. He was pretty sure he could taste purple music as his eyes crossed and he slumped backwards onto the people in the aisle behind him.
“Blaprederpymongoose…” He gurgled around the pain before shaking his head.
Not caring about his toddleedoo underoos or the pain that caused a snot bubble to appear in his left nostril, Blair clenched his fist and swung a huge punch for Radio’s stomach.
It was then the spiky haired boy became aware of the blue haired kid, who up til now Blair had dismissed as some sort of collateral fallout, and his glowing hand.
The black haired menace thumped Radio with his own fist as the light radiated out from the boy’s hands. By the time he was turning his whole body Blair started to speak.
“Hey do you have some sort of powers…?” He asked just as Samson raised up his hand.
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"BLUUUURRGGH!" Radio made some weird horse noise when Blair slugged his gut. It made him burp and fart at the same time and he folded in onto himself like a rolly polly bug. He then gasped, drool caking his mouth and his pupils shaking and spinning from the pain.
He wanted to retaliate against Blair again but then turned when he noticed the flash of white light as well. "H-Hey... c-can you turn off your hand. This is a movie theater."
That did it.
Samson growled and grabbed the two of them by their heads before bashing them together!
Instantly, Radio's tongue shot out his mouth like a cash register and his eyes turned into stars.
"You two want to interrupt the movie so bad? Fine." Samson then gripped them by their arms and with a heavy toss, flung them both at the screen. "I'll allow you to do that literally!"
Radio's body shot through the air and instead of smacking against the screen, he phased through it and plopped down onto a rubble filled street with his butt sticking up. From the audience's point of view, he just appeared within the film out of nowhere. From his point of view... yeah, he was IN the film!
This boy had powers alright and he just used them to successfully toss them into the movie itself!
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Blair introduced his fist to Radio’s stomach and turned him into human bagpipes. Then as if turnabout was fair play his head was introduced to Radio’s rock hard noggin.
Stars flashed around his head as his body reacted by sagging like a wet noodle. That was probably what made it so easy for Samson to hoist him up and chuck him into the screen.
Blair flopped into the movie world on his face, hit a pile of rubble causing his momentum to lift his feet over and land him slap on his back staring up at the sky.
Eventually with a groan Blair stood up and looked around. He was in the middle of a city without pants and stuck beside that dork Radio.
“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore, Dorko.” Blair said to his loopy nemesis.
Blair looked to where he had been thrown from so he could pick a landing spot and escape but there was nothing to see. Nowhere to go. He was stuck here…with Radio.
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"Don't call me dorko!" Radio snapped, stomping to his feet and growling, more popcorn fluttering out the leg holes of his shorts.
When he took notice of his surroundings he gasped and stumbled back. "Oh no... we're in Pirate Zombies Vs. Ninja Superheroes... that means--!"
Suddenly a huge explosion happened behind them that sent the two of them tumbling along the ground. A glowing blue zombie skeleton man with a large sword in his hand came down from what looked like a futuristic hovercraft shaped like a small pirate ship. Radio would have geeked out about how cool it was if he wasn't so taken aback.
"Which of ye scurvy dogs be Captain Raizo of the Ninja Heroes?!" He cackled.
Radio stood there with wide open eyes and then pointed at Blair.
"THAR SHE BLOWS!" The evil pirate directed the cannon on his hovercraft at Blair and fired a large cannonball directly at him! Radio scrambled to the side, grinning like a monster. If he was in the movie then he could totally use the weaponry and the situation of this fantasy to his advantage and teach that Blair a lesson!
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As Blair had been blown clean across the ground he could only watch totally aghast at the Pirate Zombie captain who swooped down.
He saw the flash of the cannon and being too late to dodge he offered a high pitch squeal instead and was turned away from the onrushing cannon ball.
In an amazingly cinematic scene there was a flash of blue light and the sound of steel on stone.
When Blair opened his eyes he was standing with his hands up at his shoulders, his chin tucked down and he was standing pointing the seat of his undies back at where the cannon ball should have hit him.
Standing in front of him holding a sizzling katana wearing an ornate pink and white yoroi was the ninja hero, Uba-Pink. She had used her super powered katana to slice through the cannon ball which had flown to either side of Blair and crashed into the rubble behind him.
“Yochien, get to higher ground. This is no place for you.” The powerful voice of the super hero commanded Blair.
“Heck no.” Blair said, straightening himself up and trying to step away from being the scared looking kid he was just a second ago. “I’ve seen these movies. I know how to become a ninja-hero!”
Picking a landing spot on the mechanical flying ship Blair crackled onto the machine. “I hope this is important!” He laughed, grabbing at some sort of control stick and kicking it and the monstrous pirate hard before he crackled back to the ground.
Blair landed beside Radio in his best superhero landing pose. He flicked up his arm and fired some dust towards the smaller boy’s eyes.
“Don’t cry little Radio. You can be a hero like me soon too.”
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"YAAAR! HOW DARE YE--!" The Pirate Zombie Man was blasted back and sent hurdling through some buildings when Blair kicked him off his ride.
Radio gasped as he witnessed this happen while he was running away and yelped with shock when Blair crackled into view right in front of him with his teleportation powers. "YIPE! No way! How did you-AAAGH! POCKET SAND!"
Radio grabbed at his eyes and fumbled around the destroyed city block, popcorn droppings falling out of his shorts as he did so. "AUGH! I DON'T LIKE SAND! IT'S COARSE, ROUGH, AND IRRITATING! IT GETS EVERYWHERE!" He screamed and leered at Blair with teary, red eyes.
He then looked around for something to do back at him and witnessed more laughing Pirate Zombies invading the city on their floating pirate ship hovercrafts. Radio snarled and grabbed onto one as it zoomed past. He climbed on board to the cockpit being ridden by one of the Zombie Pirates and leered into his eyes.
"What the-?! Ye bilge rat! Get off of me ship! EH?!" The Pirate Zombie got hypnotized immediately by Radio and then said. "RIGHT! OFF THE SHIP I GO!"
He then jumped and crashed hard on the ground, exploding into bones and rotted skin.
Radio grabbed the controls and zipped around, flying the Floating Pirate Ship shaped hovercraft at Blair. They were small but they were locked and loaded with cool lasers.
"FIRING ON BLAIR!" Radio grinned evilly and fired the lasers on this hovercraft right at his nemesis. "What are you gonna do about THIS!"
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Blair thought he pulled off the perfect superhero moment. That thought was eradicated when he had to high tail it from Radio.
Blair yelped as explosions detonated around him, sending debris over the spiky haired boy. He couldn’t see or even hear anything over the noise so there was little chance to pick a point to teleport to and escape.
Then Blair zigged when he should of zagged. Radio’s laser blast hit a video game red barrel, or the movie equivalent, and the explosion catapulted Blair into the dust filled sky.
Then either through cosmic irony or movie sensibilities Blair’s clothes were shredded from his body. Every stitch of clothing he was wearing was just gone except the ridiculous immature underpants he had been stripped down to.
Landing on his face, butt in the air, Blair had very little time to react. Radio was coming in for a second pass and he had to do something.
“If he can use the movie’s powers, then so can I.” Blair pulled himself onto his bare feet and grabbed out with his hands to yank a katana from one of the ninja-heroes.
Landing he felt the energy rush through his body.
“Maybe I’ll get armor like War-Bond, or speed like Velocity.”
Blair heard the voice from the old leader of the Ninja Superheroes. Uba-Pink announced Blair’s transformation.
“Here is our newest member…Omaru Torena!”
Blair hit the ground and when the explosive lights and sounds faded he saw his ‘ninja-superhero outfit’.
Atop his head was a bright yellow hat. His body was covered in a baby blue smock with a green name badge on his chest.
Around his waist was the whitest of white belts.
He didn’t have any pants on. Instead of shorts, Blair was wearing a thicker pair of training pants the same style as he had been wearing before his transformation. And, although Blair couldn’t see it, his name was now stitched on the rear.
He had on thick white socks and white non-slip slippers.
And his weapon was not a katana, nor a tonfa, or a fan.
Blair was wielding a wooden stick; something totally useless which he couldn’t even charge using the electricity from his own teleporting powers.
“Yochien means Kindergarten…doesn’t it?” Blair asked the old ninja as he looked on at the swooping Radio dressed like he should be pummeled.
"Yes. Yochien means kindergarten." The old ninja responded. "Why do you ask, child?"
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Radio licked his lips as he drew closer to Blair. He laughed in delight when he blew him up and reduced him to just his briefs. However, when he saw his transformation, his eyes glistened with shock and awe.
"No... way... wait..." Radio leered ahead, grinning some more. "He still looks kind of stupid to me. Sort of. Maybe he's not had anything major happen to him!"
Radio sneered and charged the laser cannon, setting it to its highest setting. He was gonna blast Blair to the moon with this next attack!
"FIRE!" Radio shouted, slamming a fist on the console's button.
The small pirate ship shaped hovercraft sparked with electric solar energy in the front and sent off a high powered blast right towards them!
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Blair felt every urge to run from Radio’s powerful ship’s blast. But this was an action movie and despite his ridiculous new outfit Blair knew that this stick had to have some sort of ability. He rushed towards Radio and held his stick up.
Unbelievably the stick expanded out in length catapulting Blair upwards and over the explosions.
Blair whooped and yelped at the same time as he was pole vaulted up into a spinning dervish. Totally out of control, the end of the stick slapped backwards towards Radio’s ship? Backside? Anywhere in his general direction.
Once Blair reached the apex of his arc he realized that he was stories high in the sky. As he began to fall Blair tried to pick a landing spot to teleport to for a cool superhero landing, again.
But his new suit had the power to control his plummet instead.
His thick training pants exploded out behind him forming a huge parachute. Blair began to mortifyingly float gently down to the ground by a giant pair of potty pants with his name on the outside.
“Oh come on!” Blair fumed. “This isn’t like an action movie. Why am I the comedy relief?”
It was then the most obvious thing dawned on the spiky haired boy. “That kid who threw us in here…can he change the movie?”
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The pole slapping into the pirate ship hovercraft that Radio was piloting had a devastating effect on it. Radio didn't foresee this but the pole not only split the ship in half but it gave him an intensely powerful wallop on his butt too!
"YEEEEK!" Radio's eyes crossed and he jumped as the craft he rode on exploded! He crash landed hard onto the street concrete, making a little Radio shaped hole in the ground.
It took a few seconds but he eventually crawled out of it, eyes rolling, and his shorts gone. His shirt was still on but there were scorch marks on it. He wobbled about in his Blues Clues briefs with his drooling tongue out, looking worse for wear. "N-Not... gonna g-gib up... yer dead...!"
Suddenly, there was a bright light that shined on Radio. He was momentarily confused, wondering if he was seeing blue stars or fairies floating around his head now, before realizing he was getting a power-up similar to Blair's...
Only, his was a bit cooler looking. A leather jacket. A black shirt with a skull on it. A large pirate hat... and his Blue Clues briefs had a keychain attached to it with a golden skull and crossbones.
He also suddenly had a large scimitar in his hand. It had a little chip in it so it looked like a very worn and torn sword but it looked cool.
"Hehehe. I like this...!" He turned and fired off a slash directly at where he saw Blair last. Instead of a traditional sword slash of light, several ghostly looking skulls came screaming out of the sword and headed towards Blair. Each one carried their own nightmare with them.
Samson was sitting in his seat, watching the movie and fiddling with his fingers across the screen. The audience was confused but he was past the point of caring. He wanted to see these two go at it with their new weird powers and embarrassing outfits. Radio's outfit came with something babyish and embarrassing as well. It would just need to be activated of course.
—
Blair gently touched down on his slippered feet. He was able to watch Radio hit the ground and bury himself halfway to China.
“I guess you don’t mess with the Omaru Torena,” He said looking admiringly at his new magic stick.
That was until the shockwave from Radio’s explosion filled the large training pants with just enough air to pull the spiky haired boy back onto his backside.
Blair leant on the stick to push himself back onto his feet. The end of the stick touched the voluminous cloth which returned to its normal bulky size around his waist.
He saw the light engulf Radio. “So this is happening to you too?” Blair asked far too far away for the other kid to hear him. “You are dressed like Jake the Zombie Pirate.” Blair said, starting to rush towards his foe.
When the nightmare skulls shot out from Radio’s sword Blair held his stick up and he tried to swat away the sickly looking screaming skulls.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen this before!” Blair shouted. Two skulls made it through his defences. The first bumped off the ridiculous yellow rain hat Blair was wearing. The second however caught him square on the nose.
For a second Blair’s vision was filled by darkness. Then he felt a crushing weight on his shoulders. His heart began pounding. This was one of his greatest nightmares, teleporting somewhere he couldn’t see and being caught inside a wall. The spiky haired boy felt his fight or flight instinct kick in and he ‘woke’ back to where he was and what he was doing with a huge gasp.
Blair could also feel the accident soaking into the training pants he was wearing but he was now too close to Radio to change course.
“I’ll get you for that, you little runt.” Blair put his stick on the ground and pushed his body forward of the stick. Lifting his feet from the ground the stick extended sending Blair shooting towards Radio feet first in a magic stick propelled drop kick!
—
Radio leered ahead, a wicked evil grin on his face as he saw the nightmares cloud Blair's brain. He got to witness in real time the shocked look on Blair's face as he ruined and soaked his training pants from whatever horrific vision his screaming skulls managed to give him.
Radio was in mid-laugh when he saw Blair recover and charge at him. Radio was prepared for some sort of far away retaliation and raised his sword, attempting to charge its power so he could send a ghostly slash at him that was actually meant to slice something apart this time.
Imagine his surprise when Blair instead launched himself forward by extending the stick in his hand. Suddenly Blair was right in front of him in a manner that made Radio's eyes bug out comically like he was a cartoon character right before Blair's feet smashed into his face like he was attempting to smash a table in half.
If movies were known for one thing, it was knowing when to have good slow motion. This scene was in super slow-mo for Radio. There was a close up on his surprised face as Blair's feet smushed into it. His eyes slowly crossed, his tongue flopped out, snot dribbled out his nose.
Then it sped up again when he was sent rocketing down the street, flipping through the air like a poker chip, screaming his head off like a goat that just got its balls crushed, and then slamming into a car... which, because this was a movie, exploded immediately.
Radio was sent high in the air again, traveling up the side of a skyscraper before his head bashed into and through the bottom of a platform that window washers used to clean these incredibly high up windows.
Radio's head poked through the bottom of it, body steaming and eyes rolling. He gurgled and said with his gap toothed, derpy mouth, "DAZ CHEATIN' I'MA TELL MR. GIRAFFE ON YOU AND HE'S GONNA SAY PFFFFT!" He said, sputtering his lips and spewing drool everywhere.
Still, his hand gripped his sword tightly. It was glowing with power and he was angry despite his head being clouded right now. Blair would need to retaliate fast or else Radio was going to do something devastating.
—
Blair landed and stayed on his feet this time. As one hand moved unsubtly to tug at his wet training pants the other one lifted his stick to his eyes to shield them as Radio exploded into the bottom of a window washing platform.
“That is another thing Omaru Torena is known for,” Said the wise old Uba-Pink.
“Whatever.” Blair frowned hard. He didn’t have time for a long winded, metaphor ladened lesson from the old ninja. He needed to press his advantage.
As he rushed forward to pick a landing spot Blair heard the words from the old ninja laced with a smirk.
“Omaru Torena means Potty Trainer…”
Blair felt his training pants glow hotly and brightly around him. When the mystical light vanished he was wearing a pair of disposable training pants. These were as thick as the cloth pair but covered in tiny illustrations of ninja weapons and had the kanji for Dorai on the front.
What Blair didn’t know is that on the rear was his name in large letters and the kanji for kirei underneath.
Not that it mattered to Blair at the moment. He picked a landing point above Radio on the platform.
Standing above his little nemesis Blair would give the trapped brat a perfect view of his entire new underwear but he would also feel the point of Blair’s stick on his head.
“Express elevator going down…”
Blair laughed, giving Radio a push with his stick before letting it extend down as far it could go pushing the smaller boy faster and faster towards the ground below the skyscraper.
Of course, the stick didn’t extend all the way to the ground but Blair hoped that the speed at which Radio was now plummeting would see him crash back into the earth below him.
Looking around for something for himself Blair wondered if he could land on one of those flying pirate skiffs himself and return the laser treatment to Radio.
—
Radio's spinning, rolling eyes were really a showcase of just how out of it he was. He had some momentary focus when the stick poked him in the head. The purple haired boy chuckled a little at Blair's goofy training pants in his face. He couldn't read kanji so he had no clue what they said but they were out of view in an instant when he plummeted to the ground thanks to his stick extending.
Radio didn't even scream. Drool and snot floated up as he was pushed down and he slammed hard onto the street, sending a huge rippling shockwave through the area.
His underwear clad bottom stuck out of the rubble and his legs twitched.
However, he was still, somehow holding a tight grip on the sword.
It pulsed with power and...RAGE!
Suddenly a torrent of red energy exploded from the sword and shot towards Blair like a hyperbeam. It wasn't just in the shape of a skull now. It was a huge, muscle-bound, zombie with wings made of pure energy!
It blasted into Blair and slammed him on top of the skyscraper.
Then, like the Hulk from Avengers, grabbed Blair by his leg and started to just slam him around like it was cracking a whip against the ground.
Radio was slowly rising from the rubble. This sword was granting him a lot of powers the more his rage grew. These pirate zombies had some awesome weapons.
—
Blair opened his eyes wide in shock. The energy Zombie caught his legs as he was leaping to start his next plan to keep up the pressure on that jerk Radio.
“Why does he get the rage based powers and I have to be calm…” he managed to croak before the first crashing smack sent his vision loopy.
Again, again, and again Blair’s head was thwacked into the concrete at the top of the skyscraper.
Blair’s eyes crossed as finally he was let go by the huge brute. He was embedded in a Blair shaped crater. He could only wince and wheeze, legs kicking uselessly as he blew a raspberry and gurgled around a goofy smile.
Uba-Pink leapt nimbly onto the skyscraper roof to watch Blair have his round butt kicked square.
“I wonder if you would be willing to listen to your elders now. Little ones shouldn’t be running head long into trouble. Especially as we just got you clean and dry.” The old woman tutted.
Blair couldn’t respond. He was just about able to comprehend being spoken to too.
“No need the potty-potty…” He responded before adding. “Sparkly eyes…pretty sheets…but this bed is lumpy…”
Uba-Pink patted the silly yellow hat on Blair’s head. “If you had listened you would be able to access your true powers.”
For a second Blair’s Yochien outfit disappeared and was replaced by a white ninja yoroi with a power armor vest. The pants were still tight around the bulky training pants but the white belt held an incredibly cool looking katana.
Blair’s sparkling, spinning eyes held the vision for a second and it caused him to rise up. He put his hand to the imaginary katana’s hilt…!
… But in reality he had just grabbed the stick again. He was loopy and imagined himself grabbing something far cooler than he actually did.
Slicing across the energy zombie, Blair didn’t slash the thing in two. Instead he shoved it off the roof and with a whack he poked a huge hole in its wing so it spiraled to the ground with an inhuman wail.
Blair then collapsed down onto his crinkling bottom again and sort of rocked back and forth.
“This might be too much for my little Omaru-Torena” Uba-Pink said softly patting Blair’s stupid kindergarten outfit again and vanishing in a puff of pink smoke.
—
Radio had recovered by now though. He was trotting up the side of the skyscraper, clutching the sword in his hand, before he managed to finally reach the roof.
He landed on his now bare feet, holding his sword out in front of him with the shreds of the top of his outfit barely covering him and his Blue Clues briefs being the more prominent feature on his body.
"I'm going to demolish yoooooouuuu!" Radio screamed and then spun his sword like it was a staff. More ghostly projectiles flew from it and began battering into Blair's body like a stand from Jojo doing an endless punching spree across a villain's body. These ghostly energy blasts were just wailing into him!
—
Blair had been leaning on his stick to help him stand up out of the Blair shaped hole on the roof of the skyscraper.
He managed to get his head up in enough time to see the start of the pummeling he was about to receive.
The yellow hat took the first blow, then it got pushed off of his head. For a moment Blair’s black spiky hair was visible, then a white ribbon appeared tied tightly under his chin which caused it to snap back onto his scalp.
The ghostly glowing blasts drove Blair backwards, forwards, sideways and every which way.
Blair’s kindergarten smock ripped from his body and his shoes shot off in opposite directions.
“Got to fight back!” He whined as he was demoted down to a pair of disposable training pants and a bright yellow hat.
Blair tried to swipe the blasts away but even with his inhuman accuracy the spiky haired boy was too beat up to fight back.
As Blair was driven backwards toward the edge of the skyscraper he tried to extend the stick straight at Radio to try and buy himself some time.
However, Blair wasn’t pointing the stick straight at Radio. Due to his swirling vision Blair was pointing his stick at Radio’s briefs.
The stick shot forward at Radio and as it hit Blair was pushed upwards and backwards and off of the roof of the building.
Aided by the driving powerful ghost pirate blasts, Blair spiraled across the city and crashed into a wall of another skyscraper.
This one was ultra modern with large glass windows and cool looking angular protruding roofs.
Blair’s training pants snagged perfectly on one of these roofs and as his whole body slid down Blair felt the deep wedgie take up and his eyes crossed and watered.
“Aaarrrrggfhhhhh, wedgie!” He screamed clutching the stick and trying to find some way down before Radio made up the distance between the two again.
—
Radio grunted with a goofy look on his face when the stick Blair had ended up smacking into the front of his briefs. Unfortunately for him, it hit him right where his boy parts were. Radio grabbed himself in pain and fell to the floor of the roof, cupping himself while wiggling his butt about.
"GoooooUGH!" Radio winced. He managed to raise his head to watch as the ghostly specters from his sword battered Blair all over the place and shot him to a completely different skyscraper across the way. Seeing him dangle in his training pants wedgie made Radio smirk.
The purple haired boy, wobbled to his feet, still holding his aching front with one hand and held up his sword with the other.
"Time for a powerful finisher...!" Radio sneered, grinning like the villain he felt he was.
The sword's torrent of countless ghosts all began to form together into a giant, ghostly fist that was about the size of a skyscraper in and of itself. It hovered over Radio and with a mighty thrust forward, Radio shouted "PIRATE ZOMBIE SPIRIT PUNCH!"
The GIANT fist shot forward and rocketed straight at Blair as he dangled in his wedgie. It was like a building had been thrown at him... only it was a giant fist of powerful, fear-inducing, ghostly energy that was going to obliterate the building he was hanging from.
When the giant fist punched into Blair it literally took the skyscrapper with him...!
It just exploded in a smattering of horrendous black and red energy that could only be seen in an over the top action superhero movie.
The crowd watching the film cheered as they witnessed this. Samson was laughing really hard.
—
Blair’s crossed eyes barely focussed on the giant pending doom as the fist swung up and through him.
Nightmares, fears, embarrassing incidents and failures all flooded his mind as Blair was tossed high into the sky.
It wasn’t the only thing flooded. Blair’s fear addled mind was struggling to maintain control of its senses so there was no way that it had enough control to prevent Blair from soaking his training pants again.
Whether he was too frightened or just too physically battered to fill the back of the thick bulky trainers at this point was moot as Blair was thrown to the top of the explosion and he watched the energy dissipate underneath him.
For a moment there was silence.
A great cinematic trick.
It focuses everything on what was about to happen.
Then the whistling started.
The wind rushed past Blair’s ears, which could have currently been the only part of his body that wasn’t bruised, as the spiky haired boy began to fall back to earth.
“Not using the training pants parachute…” Blair burbled through the wind rushing past him.
The kanji on the front of Blair’s training pants had changed to Hitashita in red. Unbeknownst to Blair, it meant “soaked” but the ruined state of his disposable underwear was obvious even without the indicator showing the eagle eyed fans in the cinema looking for an Easter egg.
As the ground got closer Blair started spiraling head over soggy butt as he got closer to the concrete.
Swallowing his pride he shouted out.
“Uba-Pink…I’m ready to listen…”
Suddenly the fall seemed to stop and a huge kite appeared across Blair’s back.
It was connected to his training pants so he got another wedgie before the smirking old ninja stood on a single twig on a tree.
“And not a moment too soon,” The old sensei said.
Even though she was old and wide, the woman caught Blair in one hand, the kite seemingly folding away to nothing.
Holding onto Blair’s shoulders she stared him straight in the eye. “You are focusing on how you look, how you want to be seen. Focus on your actions. Focus on your abilities. You are not defined by what you wear. You are defined by what you can do.”
Blair’s head cleared.
Rousing music played as Blair snapped his stick in two and dropped to the ground in a heroic pose.
The stick fell apart revealing the magic katana inside it. Blair swung it across his body and felt a transformation taking place.
A white ninja yoroi with a power vest appeared covering Blair’s body.
The spiky haired boy slid his katana away before taking a hugely loud, crinkling step forward.
“But two soaked trainers don’t keep you in training pants, Yoji.” Ubi-Pink said.
Blair tried to adjust to his superhero toddling.
He was sure he was the hero of this movie despite being relegated to comedic relief in every encounter.
—
Radio was still on the top of the building, a bit far off from where Blair had landed. The one in front of him had been obliterated. He grinned as he oozed energy from every pore of his body while dancing ghostly zombies cheered and celebrated in the streets below.
"Alright! Time to see what this power can REALLY do!" Radio sneered and raised his long sword before drawing something along the sky with it.
The energy that oozed from the sword formed a HUGE floating pirate ship made of pure energy. It had a nice laughing skull with a captain's hat on it on the bow of the ship.
Radio was riding on it like it was a surfboard. He stood with his arms crossed as he leered down where Blair was. "Time for ME to wreck this so-called Ninja Hero! Those training pants aren't going to endlessly fill themselves!" He laughed and made the ship charge off the building with him on it. He then had it produce two large energy cannons that took aim at Blair and fired as he approached.
He'd look super menacing if he was in a tattered shirt and some silly looking underoos right now.
—
Blair heard the old ninja’s words in his head. He knew what he had to do.
Using his perfect aim and the katana that was so well balanced it felt like an extension of his hand he swatted the blasts from the energy cannons away.
The world seemed to slow. Blair could hear the music building. This was his moment.
The only thing wrong was the crinkle and slight toddle in his step as he sent blast after blast to either side of his body, crinkling forward with scenery exploding behind him with each footstep.
Bringing the blade up inches from his face Blair caught an energy blast on the magic sword. Another step forward, another one of Radio’s red and purple energy projectiles was caught on the blade.
Another step. Another blast.
Then, again.
Then, again.
Now the blast on the front of Blair’s katana was glowing and pulsating and changing color to a brilliant white and a soft yellow.
“You have to be careful throwing your toys around.” Blair said, swiping his katana towards Radio’s floating pirate ship. “But you can have these back!”
He sent the huge swirling energy blast towards the pirate ship.
Blair knew it looked cool. Blair enjoyed it looking cool. So as a flourish Blair flicked the katana before trying to sheath it back around his waist.
Whether it was Blair’s arrogance, or his place as the movie’s comedy relief, or even the magical interference of Samson, Blair’s katana sliced through his belt, through his pants and clattered on the ground.
Frowning at his own clumsiness Blair turned and bent over to retrieve his magical weapon.
This was exactly the second when the slice let Blair’s belt and pants drop to the floor leaving Blair bent over, butt in the sky.
Then Uba-Pink, the wise old ninja’s words rang in Blair’s head again.
“Two soaked trainers don’t keep you in training pants.”
Blair’s backside was shown pointing skywards revealing his brand new pull-up training diaper.
Complete with a little blue train print being ridden by a yellow bear in a white diaper itself.
—
Radio, for his part, wasn't able to see the embarrassing, training diaper on his rival on account of having been blasted full sale by his own, oncoming attack! The poor boy whimpered out a tiny "Mommy..." right before it hit!
His eyes rolled up and he was engulfed in the blast like a DBZ character getting obliterated... only unlike Nappa or Freeza, he wet himself as it happened!
The explosion was wickedly intense and saw a huge plume of smoke carry off into the sky.
However, Radio was nowhere to be seen... until some loud screaming was heard up above.
The crying, soot covered boy was flailing his arms about, plummeting to the ground in his yellowed, and wet Blues Clues briefs. Tears were traveling out of his eyes and going upward as well. He managed to scrunch himself up into a cannonball position in the vain hopes that his bottom would somehow break his fall.
Instead, something else did.
Radio's big wet butt ended up slamming right on top of Blair's head the instant he bent over to grab at his pants!
The sound and scene of Blair's face smashing into the concrete and pretty much shattering the entire street as a result of the heavy impact made both Samson and the audience wince before belting out more laughter.
—
Blair heard the whistling mass of Radio a millisecond before the impact blurred his vision and broke his teeth.
“Arrgghh googly prrffftttt pain…” Escaped in his wheezing voice seemingly floating up through the cracks in the concrete around the crater.
With Blair’s diapered butt in the air and Radio’s face sticking out of the hole it looked like the smaller boy was the one in the embarrassing diaper.
Only then did Blair manage to pull his body up. His face was gray with rock dust all over it and he could barely open his eyes.
He tried to take a step out of the impact zone from Radio’s butt but tripped on the lip of the broken sidewalk.
Landing on his hands and knees he crawled upwards effectively carrying Radio clear on his back.
Finally able to gather his senses Blair stood up and heard the wet thump of his opponent hitting the ground.
“There you are, you little squirt. Not quite the big bad pirate in your soaked underpants now, are you?”
Blair took hold of Radio’s sword and slid it down the back of Radio’s underpants and it cut into the concrete, pinning the boy in place.
“Now let’s get you into something thicker before you make a total mess of yourself.”
Blair then finally started to wipe the dust and concrete from his face to see that his pants had been shredded and what he was wearing below.
—
Radio was pinned to the concrete by the sword stabbing into the thin fabric of his now soaking wet Blues Clues briefs. He stared ahead with his eyes crossed and glazed over as if someone just smashed a vase onto his head. Whatever remained of his top was a bunch of rags now. He couldn't justifiably call it a shirt anymore.
The boy tried to speak but the instant he opened his mouth he could only make a bunch of garbled, drooling mouth noises that somehow seemed to make him dizzier and dizzier. Still, his burning hatred for the boy in front of him kept him lucid enough. He grabbed at the sword's hilt from behind him and tried to pull it out of the ground before Blair did anything to him.
—
Even though Blair was still covered in a fine dusting of cement and concrete he put his mind to pressing his advantage over Radio.
Reaching into his power vest Blair knew he’d be able to retrieve a pull-up style diaper like the one he had been magically changed into.
Blair took two and began to narrate what he was doing to Radio.
“Now then, you drooling dummy dweeb, here is something that should hold your dribbles.” Blair stretched out the first diaper. “But as you’ve drowned Blue we will need something a bit more absorbent for Piddle Pants the Pampered Pirate!” The black haired boy began to put the second diaper in the first. “But just so you know you’ve had an accident we will leave those soaked pants on you. But you don’t want to get a rash. So here is some powder for you.”
Blair took a black powder bomb from his vest and unscrewed the lid. He then carefully poured the black powder in between the first and second diaper.
“This powder is a bit more volatile than your normal baby powder…but it should help you behave. One spank on the backside with this on and we’ll be turning your padded backside into a stinky baby cannon.”
Blair grinned at his own cleverness. There wasn’t enough of the explosive powder in the diaper to seriously damage Radio. But once that double diaper was on, one whack on the backside and it would detonate with a big pop, a lot of distracting smoke and a nice heated butt before hopefully the movie physics would launch the little twerp into the stratosphere and have him land with a huge scorch mark across the diaper if it survived or his rear end if it didn’t.
Blair then moved to slip the diaper over Radio’s feet. He was aware of the shorter boy starting to fidget slightly.
Blair’s plan was to yank the diaper up in a nice wedgie to start with once the fidgeting derpy boy struggled free.
—
Radio heard every word of that.
Unfortunately for Blair, his decision to stop and talk about the horrors of that diaper and what it would do to him when it got on him gave Radio the time he needed to recover. Not to mention, the taunts he did while he ran at the mouth made him angrier. This was extremely ironic as this was usually the kind of mistake a movie villain made but here it was happening the other way around.
Blair was in mid-yank before the hard sole of Radio's foot RAMMED hard into Blair's chin, thwacking him up and off the ground!
Due to the angle Blair was at, the double diaper ended up being left behind when he was kicked up. Radio, snarling and snorting with pure anger and adrenaline driving him, grabbed the diaper trap that fell from Blair's hands and pulled it open right below Blair... and watched as Blair fell right into it himself!
Radio then grinned wickedly at his face. "What was that? One big WHACK on the backside was it?" Radio wriggled his fingers... and then delivered a nice diaper spank...!
—
It was this point in a movie famous for its slow pans and amazing visual spectacle that the camera would pan to Blair’s shocked face.
The slow motion shockwave of Radio’s hand slapping against the triple thick diaper would show the vibrations and ripples spreading out from his palm against thick absorbent plastic.
Then the sound would increase. Popping like firecrackers until there was a single ignition sound followed by a high pitched whining coming from Blair’s mouth.
Blair struggled to hold onto his sword as the black powder exploded in his diapers. It shot him forward leaving a large black cloud behind him.
The blade of his sword tickled past Radio’s leg, slicing the remains of the smaller boy’s Blues Clues undies to pieces.
But Blair would not be aware of that as he cannonballed through the sky. The speed whipped the dust from him meaning that through tears in his eyes the spiky haired boy could see the all-glass fronted building he was shooting towards.
Blair shattered through the windows of the building. He rocketed through several floors until finally he slowed, smashing through offices and workplaces until finally his momentum left him and he was stopped by a thick railing across his stomach.
Blair smacked into it with such force that his stomach churned and ached. He made a soft moan as the inevitable happened.
“Oh…no…” He winced. But he was not able to stop his body from doing what it was going to do.
As he was sagging over the pole with his head one side and his feet the other Blair could see his diaper sag as he was powerless to stop himself from messing his diaper.
Unluckily for Blair this change of weight made the boy start to slide down off of the pole and he fell to the ground with another hard slap against his messy bottom.
Blair tensed his whole body and then finally opened his eyes. He hadn’t fallen that far.
Just enough to spread the horrible mess around his reddened backside.
Blair looked at where he had landed. He was surprised by the padded floor in the office building until the soft pastel colors enlightened him to where he’d come to a rest.
This building had a crèche…
He was in a nursery where babies were cared for during the working day.
And Blair was now sitting in a messy diaper having just dumped himself into a playpen.
Blair knew he had to get up. He still held his katana in his hand. Blair raised it up to slice through the playpen walls so he could carefully limp out of this situation.
The blade looked beautiful for a second before the spiky haired boy saw the thousands of tiny cracks along the blade. As he turned it in the light the blade broke into a shower of tiny fragments.
Much like Blair’s brain.
He kicked out at the playpen’s bars with a dull thud and then fell backwards once again onto his aching backside.
Eyes crossing and unfocussing, Blair didn’t even feel his bladder release.
It was then like a veil had been drawn open as he could almost see an audience in front of him.
“That’s all folks…!” He said before dropping onto his back with a squeak.
—
Radio stood there with his eyes widened and his hair all extra spiked due to the explosion that happened. Perhaps he should have gotten out of there before it went off... also, his bare bottom was on open display before literally everyone.
He blushed and yanked his shirt down to cover himself, flustered beyond belief. "YEEEEEK!"
Thank God, the movie began to roll its credits at that point. Radio was spat out of the screen as the audience got up to leave, thinking that was a very weird version of the movie they all thought they were going to see.
Radio plopped his half naked self upside down in the seat next to the smirking Samson.
"So? Did you enjoy yourselves?" Samson asked.
"Yeah, sure, whatever! Please don't do that again! I'm sorry alright!" Radio pleaded, blushing up a storm.
Samson giggled and slapped Radio's butt making him squeal and kick his legs about. Samson then stood up before saying, "Not to worry. As long as you remember to be a bit nicer, I'll be sure not to do it again... IF we ever meet. You entertained me a lot though so I'll let you go with some of your dignity. Blair lost though."
"R-Right... he did lose... uhm... where did he go?" Radio asked.
"He went where he was when the movie ended, except in real life." Samson shrugged. "I'm sure he'll have a really tough time getting out of the daycare he ended up in. Especially with him greeting them with a messy diaper. Can't even say that it was an accident when he's got an accident in his diapee to show off now can he? Oh well. Buh bye!" He turned to leave, waving as he left.
Radio grumbled, alone in the empty theater... and then said, "I wish I had more underwear popcorn..."
—
Blair heard a whooshing sound running past his ears. He tried opening his eyes but all he could see was a blinding white light.
He lay on his stomach for another moment as the light subsided and the sounds changed.
He could now hear some clattering about and general hubbub. The light became a lot less harsh.
“Am I back in the movie theater?” He asked, opening his eyes and sitting up.
Blair’s mouth fell open as he felt his scalded backside shift back in his messy double diaper.
He opened his mouth to make a sound but nothing came out as he was dumbstruck by the horrible mushy feeling. His eyes focussed as he saw that he wasn’t in either the movie or the movie theater.
Blair was in a daycare.
Blair was in double diapers and a daycare.
Blair was in dirty double diapers and a daycare.
And he wasn’t alone.
A chirpy looking teen attendant smiled at Blair as she moved over the playpen the black haired brat was sat in.
“Uh oh. Smells like someone had an accident. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
Lifting Blair by his shoulders his diapers sagged down. The girl added.
“You don’t want to be sat in yucky Pampers all day.”
Blair finally found his voice through his scrambled brain as he was set down on a changing table.
“This is wrong. I was at the movies…I think I was in the movies…I don’t belong here…”
The girl laughed as she stripped Blair. “Hmmm, these pull-up diapers do leak. I can see why they doubled them up for you. But these are much better. The tapes hold you a bit tighter so you can’t wiggle out of them.” The red headed girl was not listening to the loser as she grabbed a thicker taped diaper and cleaned up Blair’s backside. “Oh…what movie were you watching?” She finally asked as if she had only just heard Blair.
“Pirate Zombies vs Ninja Superheroes…” Blair said trying in vain to prevent the diaper change.
The girl laughed and then powdered Blair before taping him tightly in his new diaper. “I don’t think you’d be allowed to see that, baby.Iit’s much to grown up for you.” She pulled off Blair’s shirt. “I think you just know what is on your outfit. But off this comes so we can clean it. Wow. Isn’t your dirty diaper smelly.”
She grabbed a purple shirt from a pile of spares. “This is more your style.” The purple shirt had a cute little diapered crocodile on the chest and the words ‘Snappy Campers Happy Pampers Sing-along Nursery Time Special’ emblazoned across the chest in nursery prints.
Dressing Blair the attendant picked him back up, ignoring everything he was trying to say and brushing aside all his attempts to stop his fidgeting. The attendant then dropped Blair in a yellow baby bouncer pointing at a large pink TV.
Slapping an orange pacifier into his mouth she patted his head before turning on the television. “Here we have the perfect movie to keep you quiet till home time.” The girl chirped happily as Blair’s mind shattered and he began to sing along with “The Happy Little Elves: Shushy Time World Tour.”
Blair was stuck singing in the bouncer and stuck being ignored at the daycare and stuck in massive diapers. Until he got his brain unstuck he was going to have a hard time convincing anyone he didn’t belong in the playpen with the other little stinkers.
