Ch. 7: A Host, A Phoenix Dragon, And Robot Policemen

Lego Dimension, Bricksburg, Unknown POV

So I was poking around in a cave I had discovered on the island, when I tripped, stumbled and fell into some kind of brightly lit space, full of colour. Then all the lights went out, and I was in a cave again. Looking up, I see that there's no way I can get out there without some equipment, but I can see sunlight shining through another tunnel to my left. It's a little tight, but I should be able to make it.

I crouch down on hands and knees and emerge onto a - construction site? What was going on? Frantically, I look around, searching for any of the familiar landmarks on the island I had known and loved for so many years.

Gone was the giant right-angle-triangle-shaped cliff that I have such fond memories of from about two years ago. Gone were the critter-infested forests, the island's landmarks. Mt. Looming Tragedy, the camp, the bear cave. All of which I also have fond memories of.

Instead, I was standing on top of the ruins of some kind of synagogue or something, overlooking a massive construction site in the middle of the night. Looking further around, I discovered that the site was in the middle of a large city that sprawled in every direction.

Which means that, wherever I am, it's inhabited. Largely.

Looking around, I saw what looked like a couple of police officers in the street outside the construction site.

Maybe they could tell me what this place is, and how in the name of all me-dom I can get back to Muskoka.

I searched for a convenient way to escape the construction site and onto the road

My searching was interrupted as I heard the rush of wings and a large shadow swoop past me. That shadow had been way too big to be a natural being. This revelation wouldn't be a problem if I was still on my island, but here, it could be concerning.

I could still hear the wing-beats of whatever was swooping around me on the move, somewhere behind me, occasionally letting out a loud, raucous, cawing screech. I couldn't help but jump a few feet in the air every time it happened.

Of course, suddenly a cold, cruel, masculine voice intruded upon my fearful train of thought, and shouted out, "Men! Surround it! We have that thing-lan in our grips now!" I considered turning around, but decided against it. I just needed to stay calm and wait this out. Right here. Besides, I've had to single-handedly escape collapsing ruins that some idiot fatso and his jock wannabe friend had brought collapsing around all of our ears, not to mention had a plane explode five metres away from me, and come out from both not only without a scratch, but still wearing my twenty-four-carat-gold trademark smile plastered all over my face. This was nothing.

Then a distorted, robotic voice interrupted him. "But sir, what about the ugly old hermit there?"

"I could care less, and you will address me as Bad Cop sir!"

"Yes Bad Cop sir!" the voice shouted, and I heard the pitter-patter of what I assumed to be footsteps behind me, followed by another screech, immediately accompanied by some kind of whoosh. Then something pointy poked me in the butt.

"You! Ugly old hermit! Get moving, this is official Business business!" the same whiny robotic voice shouted at me.

Okay, sod calm. I furiously wheeled around on the balls of my feet and bellowed, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING UGLY, YOU DISGUSTING EXCUSES FOR LIFE WHOSE VERY EXISTENCE WOULD BE MEANINGLESS WITHOUT ME?!"

Then I stopped short, stunned at what I was apparently seeing.

Some kind of bird monster who was on fire but not hurt at all was being surrounded by robot police officers with surprisingly low-tech weaponry. They seemed to be trying to capture the bird-thing.

Two of the robots were pointing the weapons at me. In that instant, I realised that both me and the bird-thing were on the sane page, united in fellowship against the officers. So, me being me, I did the right thing, had the correct, enviable, heroic reaction. I'm sure everyone would agree with me.

Throwing my hands up in the air, I screamed "EVERY HOST FOR HIMSELF!" and haphazardly ran away, abandoning the bird monster and dashing into the crypt.

Perhaps it was karma that I tripped on a rock and fell down a parge hole that opened up inti the depths of the earth. hitting several ledges with completely ridiculous things on them. First I hit a slab of rock. Then a sharp rock. Then a rock with a mountain goat on it. Then some abandoned, and sharp, old mountain climbing gear. Then, absurdly, an old-fashioned bear trap. What the heck?

I blinked as I landed on an old-fashioned TNT detonator. What was that even doing here?

The question was sent to the back of my mind as it exploded, throwing me away from the cliff, where, of course, I landed on a barrel of tacks, fell onto a cactus before falling several metres and landing - hard - on a point of rock that seemed to be the deciding factor between two different tunnels. One was dark, scary, and on fire, and looked like it lead into the depths of hell. My legs and lower body were on that side. My upper body, arms and head were all pointing towards a colourful tunnel filled with bright colours and delightful, soothing, peaceful rainbows.

Perhaps ironically, my hair gel saved my life. All those millions of canisters of gel I had poured into my hair over the years finally paid off, making my head weigh enough for it to tip the balance and for me to land in the rainbow skies cavern.

I looked around at the cave, which made no sense whatsoever. "What the heck is this place?" But, considering the fact that the way I had come was high in the ceiling, and the other passage seemed to lead down into the depths of hell, which, considering the lack of logic to the workings of reality itself I had experienced lately, could actually be a reality rather than just a phrase, it looked like rainbow sky cave was my only hope of getting out.

Lego Dimension, Bricksburg, Sunburn POV

What kind of virtual reality was this? The second I got here, I started being chased by, of all things, robot human police officers, who were shooting at me. And something was definitely off about this world, but I couldn't quite put my claw on it.

After being chased through several streets, I finally emerge onto a construction site, where some random in a blue jacket looks like he's in a trance, before taking one look at the police officers and jumping into a massive hole with an ominous red glow coming from it. No way was I going that way. But that still left me with the little problem of the robot police officers. Especially since reinforcements were arriving.

Including one human.

I wheeled over to him gratefully. "Hey, there appears to be some kind of mistake, would you mind calling off your robots?" I requested, as I floated majestically in mid-air in front of him.

He seemed stunned inti silence for a second, before responding. "I don't know what manner of minifigure you are, but Lord Business will want to. Boys, capture him!" he commanded the robots. "Whoa, who's Lord Business?" I asked, but since the robots were all aiming their guns at me, I decided not to stick around for an answer.

Blinking, I saw a hooded figure on the edge of the crypt standing and watching, not taking a side. "Hey, a little help here?!" I hollered at them, which, unfortunately, drew the attention of the robots and their leader. "Hey, is that a -" the leader of the robots gasped, before time suddenly seemed to slow down for everyone except the hooded figure, as they moved incredibly quickly, somehow dismantling the very existence of the crypt, and reconstructing it into - a mini-plane. "It's a Master Builder! Get them!" the leader shouted, before the figure kick-started the jets and, bowling over the robots right in front of them and grabbing their weapons in one fluid movement, before aiming them both at the human leader of the robots. And emptying the clips from them both.

I watched in shock as the human produced a chair, of all things, and, rotating it incredibly quickly in front of himself, deflected every last one of the bullets, before hastily ducking as the jet soared centimetres away from his head, before pulling up and coming straight towards me.

Twisting my wings, I narrowly avoided them. "Great job, you blew my cover," a voice emerged from inside the hood. "I was about to die, you looked like you might help. Capiche?" I snapped, propelling myself after them as they soared away from the robots.

They sighed. "Ugh. This thing was only built for one, and especially not for something like you. Follow me, I know a place we can hide out,"

X/Later . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

"Okay, what the heck are you?" the hooded figure asked. We were in some kind of three-storey garage, where she had parked her mini-jet. We were both in a third-floor living room, and I was gratefully sipping from a cup of coffee as they sat across from me, staring intently. It was an intimidation tactic, and it worked.

Or, y'now, it would have if I wasn't the legendary immortal phoenix dragon Sol, son of two of the eight Ancients who created existence itself, who normally went by his alter ego Sunburn.

This I repeated, flaring up the golden light emitting from my wings to give me a regal appearance. Just for a bit of grandeur, I telekinetically lifted half of the coffee right out of the cup and gulped it all down with a single snap of my beak. "And you are?" I questioned after licking the last delicious drops of decaf from my beak.

The figure, despite me being inable to see their face, gave the impression of smirking. In one fluid movement, she stood up, whipped her head around in a pirouette, revealing a black ponytail with a purple streak, before backflipping onto the coffee table and kicking the mug into my face, and finally whirling around to reveal the face of a human female with purple irises and a very strangely shaped body.

I caught both mug and coffee in mid-air telekinetically, before rotating it in mid-air and raising it in a second so that it splashed into the girl's face. She frowned. "Name's Wyldstyle. Please don't splash coffee in my face,"

"Good to know, good to know," I noted. "A couple of quick questions; Favourite restaurant?"

I blinked. This was unexpected. "Er, Batterson's Galley for Ghouls?"

"Never heard of that one, but good enough. Favourite TV show?"

The questions were getting weirder and weirder, but I figured this had to be some kind of unknown code around here. "I don't watch TV much, usually just the cartoons when Camo drags me to them for prank ideas,"

"What about Where Are My Pants?" she continued. "Is that some kind of sitcom? Because I can't stand sitcoms," I answered, ruffling my feathers in irritation.

"Last question. Favourite song?" she finished. I smirked. "Easy. Burn by Ellie Goulding," I answered, humming the tune to myself as she wiped imaginary sweat from her brow. "Cause we got the fire, fire, fire, yeah we got the fire, fire, fire, and we gonna let it burn, burn burn, burn," I crooned to myself.

"Phew," she sighed. "You're not one of Lord Business' mindless cronies. So, what world are you from? Are you a Master Builder?"

"I'm from, er, Skylands? I'm Sunburn? One of the Skylanders, resident heroes that basically go around righting wrongs and deposing tyrants like," I paused and took a second to snarl at the thought of the very name, "Kaos," I growled, spitting the name out with an undertone of insatiable hatred. "And I have no idea what a Master Builder is,"

"Well, I know a way to test," Wyldstyle smiled at me. She gestured at the room in general, nothing in particular. "Build a, I dunno, flamethrower,"

"Don't need to," I smirked, opening my beak wide and launching a jet of flame into mid-air. "Just build, I dunno, something, anything. Open your mind to the possibilities and create," she breathed, evidently inspired by her own speech.

I dragon-shrugged. "Okay, I'll give it a shot," and, summoning my telekinetic powers, opened my mind to the possibilities embedded in the molecules around me. And was stunned at what I found.

It almost seemed like embedded within each and every molecule of this place's existence was infinite capability to be recreated as something entirely different each and every time. And I knew what I wanted to create them into right now.

Wyldstyle watched, amazed, as tendrils of pure flame concentrated into a solid form shot out from my being and, snatching up the very pieces of reality and taking them apart, to put them back in a different way, a ball of pure hear encased me as my creation was completed.

Wyldstyle was unimpressed as the large coffee maker with a fuel-hose nozzle I had created squirted coffee at every part of her body except her face. "You said I couldn't splash coffee in your face," I smirked, knowing I had got the last laugh.

"Well, I've never seen anyone build like THAT before," she frowned. "Would have been a bit more impressive if the results had been a bit less, ahem, wet,"

"What do you mean, like that?" I asked. "Normal Master Builders don't create tendrils of fire to do all the heavy lifting for them while they sit in a meditative trance," she explained.

Wyldstyle suddenly pulled out a map. I took a brief look, and saw that all kinds of places I'd never heard of before were highlighted on it, all separated by thick black lines. Bricksburg, Cloud Cuckoo Land, Middle Zealand, the Old West, Ninjago, Pirate Archipelago, Gotham City, The End Of The Universe - well that last one, splayed along the left edge of the map, didn't sound ominous or concerning at all. "Skylands isn't on here," she pointed out, and I realised she was right. Neither Earth nor Skylands, or even the Miniverse, or anywhere I knew of, were on the map.

I frowned, and commented, "I've never heard of any of these places either, but I do know one thing. If that's the End of the Universe, Skylands is at the centre of the universe," I explained. "So it would be waaaaay, wa-a-ay that way," I explained, putting a claw on the opposite side of the map from the depressing-sounding area and pointing off the edge. "Well, we're in Bricksburg now," she indicated, pointing to the central section marked with the city's name, "so you'd have a long journey to get back home. Why did you come here, anyway?"

I dragon-shrugged again. "Skylanders like me go where they're needed. I guess this is where I'm needed," That was me. I was the go with the flow type. Randomly being dumped into a place far, far away that desperately needed my help? I'm cool with that.

"Well, I think it is. Me and the other Master Builders could definitely use a hand taking down Lord Business. Whaddya say, you in?"

"Sure, if you help me get back to my world afterwards," I counter-proposed.

She smirked. "I'm sure we'll work something out. For now, we need to find the Piece of Resistance,"

I cocked my head, "The what?"

A/N

A/N

Well, hopefully everyone can figure out what dimension this is, but if not, then it's the Lego Movie. Interesting fact, originally Sunburn was going to be in Angry Birds, but I just couldn't think of any way to make that work, so I made a switcheroo. Had to rewrite several paragraphs, but it was worth it. The only thing I could even think of for Angry Birds was Owen worshipping the Pig King as 'The God of Gluttony'. XD

Also, on an unrelated note, the Unknown POV at the start is also a revealer for another of the media involved, can anyone guess who?

Also, who should I get to join me for the A/Ns in Virtuality Dimensions? I've been trying to figure that out for ages. Any ideas? Tell me in the reviews! Peace!