“Hey Acid,” Jack Flash asked, “Did you bring along the dimension hopper mark 2?”
“Yeah. Why?”
“I think maybe one or two of us should go back and tell our author what has happened.”
“Good idea. How about you and Radium?”
“NO.” said Jack.
“How about not,” said Radium.
“I was just joking, of course I wouldn’t send you two. How about Copper and Ducky, then?”
“Sounds good,” the two chorused.
As the two Rabbits disappeared in a blue flash, Acid checked his watch. “We should be arriving at the station any moment now…”

“…Something’s going on here…”

“Acid, you said we should be there any moment now an hour ago,” complained Jack.
“I know!” replied Acid.
“I think I might know why we’re not there yet," offered Radium.
“Yes, Radium?”
“We already removed the station from existence a few years ago. They’re trying to do their story in our story’s time frame. So far, everything’s been going fine, because any subtle differences that were there, they didn’t notice. Now, however, the station is already gone, so the story’s taking a different path.”
There was a second flash of blue, and Copper and Ducky returned.
“The author gave us the coordinates for our counterpart's own dimension. We can easily send them back home, once they are neutralized,” reported Coppertop.
"So, how are we going to neutralize them?" questioned Radium.
"Err..." Nobody in the group had any ideas,except for Jack.
"Couldn't you use your magic, Radium?" he asked.
"Can I use my magic? Of course I can use my magic! Would you like them boxed or bagged?" Radium spat this, dripping with sarcasm. "No, of course I can't use my magic! If I could, those blokes would already be back where they came from! If you're so smart, Jack, why don't YOU go get them?!"
"Of course I can't, you expect me to fight a Fawriel with the strength of a..." Jack retorted, losing strength at the end when he couldn't find anything strong enough to relate Fawriel to.
"A rhino?" Suggested Ducky.
"Omicron?" Supplied Acid, referring to Omicron Hellbot, a robot who was built with tremendous strength. Acid was exaggerating, however, Omicron is many times more powerful than even the counterpart Fawriel.
"Omicron, that's it." Finished Jack.
“You seemed sure I could take him on!” Radium retorted.
“Guys, we’re going to get nowhere by fighting! Does anyone have a real plan of some sort?” Coppertop broke in. “No? Argh, this is going nowhere. We have guns, don’t we? How about we use them?”
“They have guns too,” Ducky reminded Coppertop
“My counterpart has the rocket launcher, and I’m not sure what kind of rounds he’s using,” Acid supplied. “If he decides to be an idiot and loads a mini-nuke, we’re all dead.”
“Of course, he wouldn’t be THAT stupid, would he?” asked Copper. She only received skeptical looks in response. “Okay, I guess this isn’t the same Acid we’re dealing with.”

“Terminator’s ship locked on, Acid!” Said Fawriel.
“That’s weird, they seem to have a destination, but they’re not going towards any known planet or station…”

“What happened to my space station?!?” roared Terminator.

“Guys, aren’t we forgetting something?” asked Ducky. “We have to get Terminator as well.”
“ARGH!” screamed Acid. “Don’t we have enough to deal with already?!”
“I’m sick of this! Let’s just run in there, guns blazing, and hope they don’t return fire!” before anyone could stop him, Jack did just that. Chaos followed.

“I guess you could call that neutralized…” Acid observed the unconscious crew. “Now all we need to do is get Terminator. We can use the ship’s tractor beam for that.”

A few minutes later, Terminator’s ship was in the docking bay of Acid’s ship. A scream of rage could be heard from the docking bay, and then the sound of hot lead burrowing itself into sheet metal.
“I take it Terminator isn’t a very optimistic sort of person,” commented Radium. “I sure hope he’s covering the damage to your ship.”
“I’ve got a better ship down in the new Carrotus hanger. We’re flying this old relic because in the previous storyline, they use this craft,” Acid told Radium. “I don’t care what shape this hunk of metal has when we get back, I’ve been wondering how to get rid of it anyway.”

Click. “NO! HOW CAN THIS DUMB CONTRAPTION BE OUT OF AMMO?!?” Terminator screamed, as the group of rabbits trooped into the room.
“You’re coming with us. The more you struggle, the more likely you’ll end up with a good-sized vent in your head. Understood?” asked Jack, loading his two blasters. Terminator whimpered in response. He resignedly allowed himself to be dragged out of the room to where his enemies lay unconscious. A few minutes later, they were back in their own dimension, ready to happily proceed through their own plot, however hole-filled it was.
“I suppose we should check up with our author, to see what else is happening,” suggested Ducky.
“Good idea,” agreed Acid, and a few seconds later they were back through the fourth wall.



Yes, this story is not dead. Enjoy while I rack my brain for ideas for chapter 4.