Part I: Just When Things Were Getting Simple...

When Garrett woke up, he was confused as hell. He had gone to sleep in Castle Tonberry, but now he was in Angie’s room... back in Deadwood. How? Was he alive in this dimension again? His questions were answered when he tried to hug Angelina: he could feel her shirt. How had this happened? How was he alive again? While pondering these things, Angie woke up. Garrett felt that he should hide, but he didn’t. "Morning, honey. Have a good sleep?" she started. What the hell? Garrett’s head began to hurt. "You must have had too much to drink last night. I’ve never seen anyone drain a keg by himself." That could explain the headache, but what about Gatoris? He didn’t even bother to ask. If this was a dream of some kind, he didn’t want it to end. Suddenly, Jason busted into the room, holding a camera. "Damn, thought I could get a good photo. Guess he was too drunk." Jason? He knew this was a dream now. "You go back to sleep Garrett. You don’t look so healthy." Angie told him. He was going to argue, but he fell asleep almost the instant she spoke.

"Damn!" Gatoris woke with a start, also waking Aerith. "That was one strange-ass dream." Upon saying this, he looked where Aerith was sitting... It wasn’t Aerith. "Garrett, you all right?" Angie asked of him. Garrett began to tremble. Not this type of dream again... "I’m fine." "Then go back to sleep. It’s two in the morning." Again, Gatoris fell asleep as she spoke. He again woke with a start. He looked over this time and saw neither Angelina or Aerith. "What are you doing here, Alma?" Gatoris was getting confused. "Don’t you remember? We got married last night, Charon." Oh boy, it’s one of those dreams, Gatoris thought. "I’m going back to sleep." His head hit the pillow, and he was out.

Gatoris woke and looked at who was in bed with him. He didn’t get up, he just turned the other way. He didn’t like the view there, either. When Bulma and Serena are in the same dream, I have problems. Gatoris laid his head down again, praying that Yuffie wasn’t next.

Professor Gast stood over Gatoris’ bed. "This is interesting... He seems to be having a turbulent dream from which he can’t escape." He proclaimed to Aerith, who was out of bed. "Must be that bag of stuff he found. Did you analyze it?" "Yes I did." He replied. "It contained a substance I have seen in only one other place. My best guess is that this is Elmdor’s last laugh. This is the strangest reaction I have ever seen to Mosfungus." So that’s why Elmdor seemed to be defeated easily, Aerith contemplated. He wasn’t after her this time, he was trying to kill Gatoris! She knew that Elmdor had enough time to regenerate by now, so she headed off for Limberry castle.

Part II: Inner Demons Return

Aerith stormed into Castle Limberry, and confronted Mesdoram Elmdor. "What the hell did you do to my husband, you blood-sucking baka yaro?" She went on a tirade. "I merely poisoned him. My plan was to slowly and surely kill him. But from what I heard, He’s gone mentally absent. Strange dreams and whatnot." Elmdor was well informed. "Well, do something to fix it, or I swear to god I’ll slice you into fish bait!" she yelled as she was holding Gatoris’ Masamune over Elmdor’s head. "I can’t. He has to snap out of it on his own. Trust me. I only want to cause physical pain. The last time I tried mental pain, he almost killed me." He was going in to his long-winded speech mode.

Not satisfied with that reply, Aerith brought the sword down with all her rage, and shortly thereafter, there were bits of Elmdor all over the castle walls. "Don’t try smart talking with me..." she said throughout clenched teeth, "it pisses me off." She then felt as if this whole situation with Gatoris was her fault. She promptly returned to her castle.

Garrett, meanwhile, was still battling through his dreams. He woke up again, and saw no one this time. Jason was at the door, however. Garrett knew by the look in his eye it was both bad and about Angie. "She’s dead..." Jason was crying. Garrett seized up at the words. He remembered the last time he had that feeling. He hoped he’d never feel like this again. "In almost the same spot as your dad..." Jason said, although it was hard to make it out through the tears. Garrett rushed to the door, but as soon as he got out of bed, he was already at the crash site. No, Garrett thought, this can’t be. Even if this is a dream, this would just be impossible. He fell to his knees and screamed. Then all went black.

Professor Gast was monitoring Gatoris, and saw the sudden decline happening. "He’s getting worse..." he muttered to his daughter. She then kneeled down next to Gatoris. "I know you think you caused me great pain by dying..." Angelina was beginning to emerge. "I wished I could have saved you back then. Although that was impossible, I can do it now. I hope I can pull this off..." Angelina then tried to enter Gatoris’ mind. When she got there, the rest of it was all pointing the way for her. Garrett was in pain, and it was visible.

Garrett looked around. There was nothing but empty black space all around him. No... he thought, this is the end... He then began to hear voices. "You were right. You should have given up on her a long time ago." Jason’s voice rang out in the stillness. He then heard another voice. It sounded like Angie’s, but he knew it couldn’t be. "You worthless asshole! You let me die! You never loved me. I was a fool to think you ever did." Garrett, even thought he knew this was a false voice, broke down in tears. He then heard his own voice rip into him. "You fool. Your life was wasted. You never truly loved anyone, you never cared about anyone but yourself. You always hid behind others. Now, your time has come and there is no one left to hide behind. Come and face your just reward." Garrett was about to receive it when he heard Angie’s voice again. "Garrett, no! I would never blame you for anything! You know that’s the truth!" It was. This was the real Angelina Bradford coming to aid him. Garrett stood up. "NO! I will not hide behind anyone or anything. You say my life is a waste. You say I never loved. I say prove it! I have always loved Angie, and you know it!" The other voice seemed to change the subject. "You blame yourself for everything! Your friend’s failures, your family problems... even your father’s death."

This got to Garrett, but only for a second. "I may have once.." he began, keeping collected, "but I realize that I had nothing to do with his death. And leave my friends out of this! If you want to attack me, attack me only!" The voice finally produced a body to match itself. The figure looked like Garrett’s twin. "You fool... You still think your friends are innocent in this? Remember that most of them gave you the hardest years in your life! And you still call them friends. You are weak..." The figure’s eyes flashed a fiery red before they turned black as coal. "Didn’t you once say that Love was an emotion for weak fools? Well, you are the weakest fool that I have ever seen! I can’t believe it was this easy to take over again!" With that last sentence, Garrett knew who was the cause.

Meanwhile, Gatoris opened his eyes. Professor Gast noticed their change: They were now blood red. Just like the last time he showed up...

Part III: Guess Who’s Back...

"Who said I’ve given up, Pikachu?" Garrett was enraged. "I may not have been much of a fighter before I became Gatoris, but I will still beat you." The figured morphed into a strange beast similar to what had happened to Yuffie. "Yeah right. You couldn’t beat a girl." Angelina was infuriated by this comment. She made her presence felt to Pikachu by kicking him in the head a few times. He then grabbed her, hoping to stop Garrett. "Don’t move, or she becomes one with me..." Garrett’s confidence flew away. But his anger was still there. "I told you to leave my friends out of this, you rat bastard!" He looked like he could explode at any second. "Fine then. We raise the stakes then. You kill me, and you can keep her. Lose, and she’s my slave." Garrett agreed, feeling that he couldn’t lose. The battle for the two souls began.

Almathea was watching her friend writhe around in obvious pain. Pikachu had taken over his mind, but Garrett was fighting with all he had. She sensed he was not fighting for just himself. She saw Aertih passed out beside him and made the connection. She decided to join in, as well.

Pikachu began with a large fireball that Garrett somehow managed to dodge. Garrett then rushed up to the monster and punched it in the chest. His fist went through, as he tried to grab his heart. He came up empty. "You really are a heartless bastard..." he noticed. Pikachu then grabbed Garrett’s left arm. The evil one managed to snap Garrett’s forearm in half. For once, Garrett felt the pain that was inflicted on him. With one good arm, Garrett kept punching the hell out of his evil, Pikachu controlled doppelgänger. Pikachu then grabbed the other arm, and snapped it in half at the elbow. In immense pain, Garrett began to kick at the bastard. Eventually, his left leg was grabbed, and pulled out of his hip joint. Angelina began to cry. "It’s over. You lose. She is mine now." Pikachu said at a hobbling Garrett. Instead of letting this get him down, he seemed more fired up than ever. "It’s not over. It’s only going to be over if one of us is dead. You man enough to finish me off?" Garrett seemed suicidal. "Now really, there’s no way you can win. Killing you would be a waste of energy. That and I wanted to be polite to the lady here. She does not want to see me brutally kill you."

Garrett had about reached his limit. "Polite? To a lady? This from a being that almost killed a defenseless woman? I still get chills thinking about what you did to Serena." "I thought you hated her guts!" Pikachu was getting angry as well. "She’s not my most favorite person, but no one needed to go through what you did to her." Garrett was at a boiling point. "Wait," Angie said abruptly. "If you leave Garrett alone, I’ll go with you." Garrett began to cry. "Just let me say good-bye to him." Pikachu saw no harm in this, so he agreed. She went over to Garrett and hugged him tightly. She then whispered into his ear. "I am going to give you my power. Let me save you for once." Before Garrett could protest, the energy was transferred between their bodies. She fell to the ground. "Stupid bitch. Giving up her life to a lost cause." Garrett healed with the transfer. He then went up to Pikachu. "You never call her a bitch. You hear me?" Pikachu blew this off. Until Garrett grabbed him by the throat. "NEVER. Just for that one, I will make this hurt like your home." Garrett tightened his grip around the evil one’s neck. he could hear the vertebrae break. he then took his other fully healed arm and held the body. Garrett then inexplicably morphed to Psycho Angel on his own. He then devoured his opponent. Almathea appeared behind him. "Good job, Garrett..." she applauded as he reverted back to human form. "It’s not over yet..." Garrett retorted, looking at Angie. "Thank you, Angelina. Without you, we would have both been gone." He kissed her and began to cry. The tears contained the energy she had given him. They slowly seeped back into her, as Garrett’s own energy intermingled with it. Eventually, she woke up. Garrett then promptly passed out.

Angie awoke and saw Garrett on the ground again. "He did it again..." she said. She then took some of the energy that he had given her, and gave it back. Garrett opened his eyes. Both were alive, but visibly weakened. "I think the first thing I’m doing when I get back is sleeping." he said. Angie laughed. Almathea, seeing all was well, again left. And not a moment too soon, for a figure appeared..

Part IV: From Bad to Washed-up

"I see you survived my servant’s attack..." The real Pikachu showed up. Garrett began to laugh in an insane manner. "Servant? You mean I have to kill you again?" The yellow rat let out a chuckle. "What makes you think that you will ever be able to get at me?" "Simple," Garrett replied. "You’re here, meaning you are not controlling Maijn again." Again, the rat chuckled. "Maijn? That weak excuse for a possession? I have a better one this time!" Garrett was getting annoyed. "What can be worse than Maijn?" The rat looked calm. "You know that Garth Brooks asked a similar question when I did this to him..." Garth Brooks... Garrett thought. Oh no... not... "Yes, Chris Gaines was my plan. I had Meowth possess him, and he started acting like that." Garret lost it. "You sick sadistic rat bastard! All these mind games, and for what? To make me act like a rock star that does not exist?" There was a gleam in the evil one’s eye. "It gets worse than that. People will lose all respect for Gatoris, making him unable to prevent my plans. I will have all humanity on their knees!" Garrett sighed. Fritz Frandourf had been right. "You know, I can enter and exit Gatoris at will..." he began. Again, the rat began to laugh. "I know. That’s why I sealed the both of you in here!" The both of us? He knew that Angie was going to attempt to save him? "Damn, you catch on quick for a baka." The yellow furball grinned. "Some Jewish friends I once had taught me a word: schmuck. I’d say you are one, but that would be close to a compliment. So, I’ll just call you a baka yaro." Garrett was about to snap again. "Some temper you got, Mackenzie. You realize that only two people can get you out. That’s why I sealed one of them up." So that’s why he tricked Angie into this. He knew she could break him free. "You want to bet?"

Meanwhile, the others had to deal with this new hellspawn: Chris Gainsbourough. He was a washed-up former country singer trying to make a comeback. The only problem was he couldn’t sing a note. "This is the most evil thing I’ve seen..." Almathea muttered. "Perhaps I shouldn’t have left." She tried to reenter Gatoris, but in vain. Pikachu had sealed the way. Great, she thought, Angie and Garrett are trapped. I have to help them. Almathea began to chant a spell.

Garrett tried in vain to break free of his imprisonment. In his weakened condition, he was useless. Then, things began to turn in his favor. "Let them free," yelled a voice. Garrett was happy again. Pikachu turned to the voice. "Why should I listen to you, ya spikey-haired freak?" This was a blunder on the rat’s part. "I am as much of a freak as you, " he replied, brandishing a familiar sword. "Where did he get that?" Angie asked Garrett. "I thought Cloud had it!" Garrett replied, "Zack works in mysterious ways." Zack then held his Buster Sword over Pikachu’s head. "Let them go." Pikachu refused, and began to battle Zack. Halfway through the battle, Pikachu morphed into his true form: Satan himself.

Almathea finished her spell. Everyone looked at Chris Gainsborough. He fell to the ground with a thud. The horrendous singing ceased.

Garrett tried one last time to break free to help Zack. It worked, he was out of that imprisonment. "It’s over, Satan!" Garrett yelled. "You kidding? It’s only begun! Prepare to feel the wrath of the almighty evil!" he bellowed. Let’s just see about that, Garrett thought. He looked at Zack, to signal him what should be done. The two fused, and Psycho Angel Gatoris was reborn. "Now. Time to die, evil one." Gatoris began to cast Supernova, which was no small feat. He had to draw the energy from his friends outside of his body to be able to survive. Then the energy wave came rippling form behind him. it caused serious damage to the being, but not enough to kill him. Gatoris then summoned Meteor. Knowing this might take a while, he grabbed it and slammed the huge rock into Satan’s forehead. This killed the beast instantly. Gatoris then destroyed Meteor and reverted back to Zack and Garrett. Zack told his comrade that they should get back before anything else happened.

Gatoris awoke on the floor. "Ugh. Thank god that’s over with." After saying this, he double-checked to see if everyone was there. Yes they were. Aerith, Ifalna, Professor Gast, Almathea, Sephiroth, the scarecrow from Zelda 64, Red XII, and Vegita Tonberry. Upon seeing the last three, Gatoris freaked out. "All right, who was planning to do ‘The Wizard of Oz?’" Everyone laughed. Gatoris then looked back at Vegita. "How’d you get here? The last time I saw you, you were a scrap heap!" Almathea looked at Gatoris. "Like my work? I’ve been fixing him in my spare time." Gatoris smiled. "You have spare time? As much as I get my ass in trouble?" Everyone laughed again. "Enough of this crap. I’m hungry." Gatoris was just glad that Pikachu was finally defeated. Everyone left the room except for Gatoris and Aerith. "Thank you again..." he said. Angelina came out once more. "Don’t mention it. I’ve owed you for all the times you saved me and I didn’t appreciate it." Both began to think back to that life in 1952. Almathea poked her head in the door. "You two are finally even. I’m just glad I didn’t lose my friends." Gatoris turned around. "Thanks for helping me out. I know it was you who freed me." Almathea blushed. "This may sound mean, but I wasn’t trying to do that..." Gatoris knew why she did it. "... You just wanted Chris Gainsborough to shut up, right?" Almathea was still embarrassed. "Hey, I would have done the same thing. And with Vegita, I know you had some help." Almathea looked up. "You had Bulma helping you. I know because I didn’t invite her to the wedding!" "Yes, she helped me. I almost couldn’t put up with her though." Gatoris looked at the clock. It was only noon. "I have got to eat. Fighting the evil one made me hungry." Everyone proceeded to the kitchen.