COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: All canon characters and rights respectfully belong to Supercell.

This series is dedicated to a good friend from high school, R, that I enjoy playing Brawl Stars along with. Presumably the best Penny I could ever play with.

PROLOGUE

Hey there, fellow reader! My name is Colt! What's your name?

*say your name*

Ah! Nice to meet you, whoever you are. As you can see, I'm speaking in a perspective called the "second person point-of-view", and I'm pretty sure this will be the only time this happens between you and I. You know, Brawlville is such an amazing place to brawl with other people out there, pick a fight with someone, steal gems, kill people- nah I'm just joking! We all respawn! Or do we actually? Hah! Not in a virtual game we don't respawn! This reality is about to become different than a mobile game! Good thing you don't exist in my world because it sure is painful! Or do you?

Although, brawling is such an amazing experience and I want to aim to become the best brawler in the world! Stronger than anyone else, no joke! That sounds crazy, right? I may be a bit rusty when it comes to shooting down a lane of bullets with my dual revolvers, but practice makes perfect! I want you on my upcoming journey to help me achieve this dream and to watch everything unfold! All of the brawls that will take place, the action, the sound of my revolvers, and there'll be more than that! What if the world is under attack by a bunch of aliens? Who cares if I was a sheriff, I still can fight crime and save the day!

Thank you for standing by, awesome dude! Get your butt relaxed, have a bowl of popcorn, and watch the start of this incredible journey of me, Colt, becoming the best brawler in the world!

Brawl Mania! A Brawl Stars Story

From the imagination of Phillipe Manio and based on the mobile game, Brawl Stars by Supercell

o o o

In a town named Skull Point located in the Wild West of Brawlville, there was a sheriff named Colt, who had a solid reputation for fighting off bandits who would ransack saloons and peoples' homes. Sparring against these criminals led him to have a passion for brawling, as citizens of Skull Point would challenge him to a dual. Colt was always victorious in the end, in fact- his name gained a reputation in the Wild West of Brawlville. Because of this, bandits would attempt to stay away from Skull Point so they would be able to avoid Colt. Thus, Skull Point was low on criminal activity and finally was able to regain some peace. Although, the peace in the town did not please Colt, as he was itching to start up a brawl due to boredom and the lack of bandits. The town's citizens also lost interest in starting up a brawl with the sheriff due to the peaceful state of the community. What was the purpose of being a sheriff if no suspicious activity has shaken up the town? What would Colt do? Did he still pertain this passion for brawling?

BARley's - Skull Point Location

"Oh Colt," a robotic voice spoke upon the sheriff. "You look sad again as always."

"Of course Barley, because there's no one else to brawl with. It's getting too boring around here in Skull Point."

"How about you pick a brawl with other people? That would make your day!"

"I'm not the bully," Colt declined his suggestion. "I'm the sheriff."

"I understand. Want another glass of milk?"

"Please."

"Here you are, Mr. Rockstar of the town." Barley began to pour a glass jug of milk into the sheriff's cup and Colt took another gulp of it.

"Gah," Colt sighed in relief after finishing his cup. "Thank you, Barley. You're a real one."

"Anytime, sheriff! By the way, I am not the real Barley."

"Excuse me?! I'm sorry, I meant the 'real one' as in-"

"Yes, did you not know? There are thousands of BARley's locations scattered around the entire land of Brawlville! Don't tell me you've ever been outside of Skull Point at one point in your life!"

"No, I've never actually," said Colt. "I was born and raised here my entire life."

"Ah, Brawlville is such a nice place to discover and meet new people to brawl! There are many people just like you who are itching to fight. You are not the only one in this land!"

"Are you serious, fake Barley?"

"Why would I joke about such a thing you are passionate about! Hence the name, Brawlville! Many people outside this town share the same passion with you! And do not call me fake Barley, please."

"I am sorry, but what do I call you? Do I call you Wheatley or Bob? I've been knowing you for almost my entire life now."

"Just call me Barley whenever you go to a select location! To sum it up, we are all the same person, just clones. If you didn't know, all of us Barley's share the same data, so if you visit a BARley's outside of Skull Point, that location's Barley will still recognize you as Colt! I even have different data stored in my head of other people who have not been here!"

"Interesting. About how many?"

"Approximately 61 million, and you're one of those people," Barley chuckled. "If you are wondering, Brawlville's population is about 234,820,239 people and growing! Also, decaying."

"WHAT?!" Colt responded in shock. "61 million and you can remember anyone who walks through the door?"

"Well, we robots are complicated when it comes to storing data. Every other robot out there is programmed differently for their own necessities and needs. I am a Grade A robot, so I am sure that I will decay over time soon. There are many types of grades that we robots are given, like grade S, A, B, C, and D. But do not worry, there are other Barley's outside of the world waiting to meet you!"

"I have no idea what you just said, but may I have more milk, please?"

"You really are a thirsty one, sheriff!" Barley chucked in joy and poured the glass jug into Colt's cup.

"Thank you so much, Barley. Even though I love having these talks with y'all, I still want to pick a fight."

"I am sorry Colt, but I am designed to serve and not to fight! The real Barley will not hesitate though."

"Where is the real Barley located? Maybe he'll relieve my boredom!"

"Real Barley? He should be located somewhere around here the Wild West, yes, in a canyon location! The Wild West is such a vast place, you can easily get lost and never find a way out! There are BARley's spread around, so I am not sure if you are able to find the real one."

"Oh, I guess I'll never find someone to spar with," Colt sighed.

"I truly apologize," said Barley with grief in his robotic accent. "You can always come here and talk to me so I can tell you stories of our-"

"GAH!" Colt suddenly whipped out his dual revolvers and shot a lane of bullets across the wall of the bar, breaking the bottles of alcohol displayed on the wall. All of the customers' attention has been hooked by the scenario that Colt had sparked.

"COLT! YOU ARE THE SHERIFF! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT PEOPLE! WHAT IN THE WORLD WOULD YOU DO THAT FOR?!"

Colt stood up on the counter of the bar and aimed his revolvers at the bartender. "C'mon, give me some action! How come you can't brawl if you're a refurbished clone of an actual brawler? I've been grieving this boredom for many months now!"

"THESE BOTTLES WILL COST YOU MANY GEMS! I TOLD YOU, I CAN ONLY SERVE, NOT BRAWL-"

BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG! Colt shot a fury of bolts at the robot and Barley collapsed to the ground.

"Barley, get up. Throw a bottle at me or something! I'll be satisfied."

The bartender was not responding and the light that lit up in its eye had burnt out. All of the customers were shocked by the sheriff's rowdy behavior and went up to the robot that laid unresponsive on the floor.

"Colt," said a horrified customer. "What have you done? You killed Barley!"

"No way he can't be dead!" Colt scoffed off the customer's comment. "It was just my usual fury of bullets."

"Still," said another customer. "You're supposed to protect us! Not hurt us! What are we going to do without a bartender who's supposed to serve us?"

Another voice spoke out. "Colt, you're the sheriff, and to satisfy yourself, you've done this to our hardworking bartender who goes through blood, sweat, and tears to quench our thirst?"

And another. "My heart feels broken. Barley, you didn't deserve this."

And then another. "Instead of feeling protected, I feel threatened!"

Yet, another. "Who cares about brawls, we finally got our years of peace after the bandits stopped coming to Skull Point!"

Then... another. "Colt. You monster. The community of Skull Point will be broken by your actions."

As the comments began to fill up the room, it also came through Colt's head, leaving him in a shocking state with a broken look on his face.

"I- I need to leave this town as soon as possible." Colt began to tear up, running out of BARley's as other citizens came out of their homes, confused at not knowing the situation, hearing the commotion nearby and looking at the broken sheriff passing by.

"What happened at BARley's?", a citizen questioned who wasn't present at the incident.

"Oh, I'll tell you what happened," an old lady yelled out. "The sheriff of our town decided to free himself from his little so-called place of 'boredom' by killing Barley! He's dead! We can't have any more drinks! And what's more important, our sheriff is supposed to protect us!"

Everyone in the town gasped at the news of the bartender's death and started to revolt against the sheriff. The news was able to spread quickly in Skull Point.

"HE CANNOT PROTECT US!"

"Colt is an outlaw!"

"Abused the name of Brawlville!"

"Our sheriff isn't to be trusted, and must be burnt at the stake!"

o o o

Colt's Shack

Colt had locked himself in his room, looking outside of the windows with the citizens revolting against his actions. The lights in his shack were dim and sat in the corner with tears running down his face.

"I... I regret this. I'm a monster," Colt sniffed with regret. "How am I supposed to save this town now? It's just a small town that used to be easily targeted by bandits, but the citizens don't want me anymore."

Colt got up and looked outside of his window, only to discover the streets being filled with more angry citizens, now with torches and pitchforks. He took a glance at the sky and it was sunset with the sun sinking in the horizon along with pink skies and clouds.

"They really want to kill me now, do they? It used to be bandits, now it's all on me. I'm the chaos of this town. This isn't the reputation I wanted. Barley, I- I'm sorry."

Although the angry citizens outside were looking for Colt, they actually did not know where Colt lived. Voices of Colt's name shook the entire town.

"COLT! COLT! COLT! COLT! COLT!"

"He must be burned at the stake!"

"Does anyone know where he lives?"

"Unfortunately, no. We only see him coming in and out of the Sheriff's Department."

"Maybe if we ask the sheriff's department about Colt's whereabouts, then we can get his location and put him down for good!"

"The thing is, Colt runs the sheriff's department. He works individually. No one else works under him."

"Dang it!"

"Let's just settle this tomorrow and search all of the buildings in Skull Point!"

"YEAH!" The entire mob agreed to this plan.

The citizens began to blow out the torches and put away the pitchforks as the streets began to empty up with everyone going back home as night falls. Colt is already in his pajamas, tucked in bed, with tears still running down his face.

"I'm... lost. I guess I'm not a sheriff anymore. What else is there to do?"

Suddenly, the shoulder angel and devil appeared before Colt.

"What would you want to do, little sheriff? Just make up for your actions and apologize to everyone. I admit you were a little crazy, but if you were to apologize earlier at the incident, then things would've been less tense. Don't you agree?"

"Blasphemy! I disagree! Colt sparked up a huge revolt and it's just better looking at him being burnt at the stake-"

BAM! The shoulder devil was shot by the shoulder angel's revolvers. "I guess I'm not an angel anymore."

"Can you help me decide what to do though? I can't let this haunt my mind forever," Colt requested in a plea.

"Little sheriff, I think it would be best to apologize. Tell the entire town that you're truly sorry for killing off one of the world's most renowned bartenders! Even if they believe that there's many Barley's in this world, they're disappointed that they won't have anyone to supply drinks in Skull Point."

"What if they don't accept my apology? I bet you they won't."

"Do not doubt yourself, yet. I would say the last resort would be to flee, run away, and pursue your own dreams! Be happy and forget the past! Smile!"

Colt still gave the shoulder angel a grief look.

"Don't make me pinch your cheeks like your grandmother did to make you smile. Do it!"

Colt's mouth barely opened with showing little teeth.

"At least you're giving the effort somewhat. I'm a terrible angel. I'm supposed to motivate you. I should just be the devil instead."

"No, wait! Please don't contradict yourself. I appreciate your guidance! I will do as what you said tomorrow morning to the citizens of Skull Point. If things do not work out well, then it would just be best to flee and follow... excuse me?"

"Your own dreams! What do you aspire to be?"

Colt shrugged. "A sheriff, right?"

"Well, I don't like breaking the news to you," the shoulder angel in a realistic tone. "You 'killed' an innocent robot and I am pretty confident that sheriffs do not kill anyone who is innocent. They protect citizens."

"I did that to brawl though, now I regret all of that," sighed Colt in regret once more.

"Now, keep your passion to brawl," the angel suggested. "You just took it out of control back at the bar. That's now how you're supposed to represent your passion. Brawls are supposed to be something you can enjoy for yourself and everyone else, no matter how toxic your opponent is, only you can make the best out of it."

"Like what Barley said, what if I go outside of Skull Point and explore Brawlville? I can meet more brawlers along the way, no?"

"Of course you can! You can duke out a brawl with them and enjoy your passion! Just don't get too violent, you understand?"

"Yes," Colt nodded with a smile. "Tomorrow, I will go out and enjoy my passion for brawling."

"You're finally smiling! I'm a good angel, aren't I?"

"I guess so. Thanks, little one."

"No problem," the angel cheered with glee. "What is your life-long dream that you set your eyes on?"

"I- I'm not sure. Tomorrow, I'll figure this out. I need rest and to recover from everything."

The angel began to disappear and Colt shut his eyes to sleep, leaving his past actions behind and focusing on the future...

o o o

It is morning and every citizen of Skull Point flooded the streets once again with torches and pitchforks. They are invading every possible building there is to check on Colt's whereabouts and to burn him at the stake. Though, no sign of the sheriff was present at the town. Meanwhile...

Thomas' House of Horses

"Sorry Thomas," Colt apologized, "but I need to use one for my escape." Out of the many horses that were in the stable, there was a unique horse that stood out with a silver color and grey horsehair. Colt tied a sack of his belongings with it, and began to gallop across the town.

The shoulder angel appeared upon Colt once again. "I can't believe you didn't apologize and just went straight to the last resort!"

"I would be killed anyway, there's basically no point in confronting everyone!" The shoulder angel rolled his eyes and vanished into thin air. His focus went back to the horse, escorting him out of the town without a given name.

"Hm, what should I name you?" Colt had a lot of names in his mind. He could name it Bob, Steve, Speed, Flash, King, but these names didn't fit for a horse for him.

"Ah! Light bulb! Simple as my bullets! They shoot fast from my revolvers just in a bolt! I'll name you... Bolt!" Bolt rolled his eyes at Colt, showing that he isn't used to his new owner yet. Though, he continued to gallop across the streets of Skull Point, nearing the exit gate of the town.

"That must be the exit gate! It says... COME AGAIN AND TRAVEL SAFE? Clearly, that message is for me. C'mon, Bolt! Giddy up!"

Colt and Bolt ran through the exit gate of Skull Point, leaving all of the commotions behind and officially declaring himself as an outlaw.

"Now, the angel said I have to chase my dreams, right? Well, if I want to challenge all of the other brawlers in this open land and become the best... then it's simple. Bolt, I got it!"

Bolt gave Colt a confused look.

"You know what, Bolt? It was just that simple to think of one based on my passion! It sounds like a hard task, but it isn't impossible! From this point on, I want to become the best brawler in the world! Before I can take on this challenge, I'll take down anyone who gets in my way! And heck, it won't be easy for sure."

Colt and Bolt continued through the vast region of the Wild West, with Colt finally having a dream to chase. Now being known as an outlaw of his hometown and no longer a sheriff, Colt has better plans in his mind and a whole new journey awaiting for him.

Brawl Mania! A Brawl Stars Story

PROLOGUE

END

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