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Chapter 4: Misplaced hatred and influence

Adapted into web novel format on Nov. 27, 2011 at 12:51 PM MST
Retroactive Payback influence ahead.

    Kshzzzt.
    The Snob chuckled. "Now it's perfect!"
    "Huh?" asked Tsukasa.
    "Why do you say that?" asked Kagami.
    "Yeah, why?"
    The clips on mental inhibitor #3's viewscreen were cut short. "The appropriate sequence is currently unavailable," GLaDOS announced in her regular computerized voice, as "Locating signal..." appeared onscreen.
    Pyro yelled, and struck the inhibitor four times with his fire axe.
    PING! PING! Kshzzzt PING! shshzzzt PING! shshshzzzzzt!
    An odd fellow, known as the Poopsmith, appeared onscreen. Then a jar of yellow liquid being held by Sniper also appeared.
    "Jarate! Help me capture this bloody thing!", Sniper invited.
    The Poopsmith shrugged. It had been over two years since he had ever spoken.
    Pyro laughed.
    Danny was then shown arguing. "I wouldn't p-ss on him if he was a paper towel!" An audio glitch had changed the end of his sentence.
    BZZT! "Security alert!" GLaDOS's commanding voice spoke again.
    Pyro yelled in a slight panic.
    Haruhi appeared as her Kay Faraday visual alias again. "I'm sure they have a way to get around it!" she spoke confidently.
    PING! Pyro hit the inhibitor again.
    Kshzzztshshzzzt!
    Kagami was in the city, far away from the outdoor stage. She spoke in a slightly angry manner... but it wasn't really her voice that came out of her mouth. "And they try to pick me up? Eww! I'm really hard to get." She shook her left arm in a dismissive gesture.
    "Good, good!" GLaDOS cheered in her authoritative voice.
    "Wha?" Kagami looked over to her left. Her voice was back to normal, but a faint blush had appeared across her face. "You don't have to broadcast it to everyone," she pleaded nervously. Turning her head the other way, she continued, "And I wasn't that feverish about it!" Kagami then looked in front of her and winked.
    "Damn," said Francis.
    The Nerd put his hand onto his head in confusion. "Geez... f***."
    "Hyaaaa!", Medic shouted as he ran toward mental inhibitor #2. "We must defend this point!" He swung his Ubersaw and hit the inhibitor.
    Kshzzzt!
    A group of Combine manhacks and scanners flew across a wide green field under a blue cloudy sky. "Vorp, vorp, vorp," they hummed. Or so it seemed.
    Strong Bad was in his balloon, holding a submachine gun. An imitation of Strong Bad's voice mimicked, "P-p-pew-p-pew-p-pew pew pew!" as he let loose a volley of bullets that destroyed each of the scanners and manhacks one by one. "Hey wait," the imitation voice was heard as Strong Bad landed his balloon. The screen switched to "Locating signal..." again.
    "Look, Laconic, I got- I won the good medal," declared the imitation voice. Strong Bad was then seen showing off a gold rectangular medal with a two-pistol design on it, with the word "GOOD" superimposed on top of the design.
    The Cheat was then seen swinging a red and orange Gibson Les Paul Standard guitar recklessly as the voice mimicked its guitar licks. The voice concluded, "Streisand," as that name appeared onscreen.
    "Weak," the Critic said.

    "Did that sting? Saw-ry!" said Medic sarcastically. He crouched and saw the small white box beside the inhibitor with earphones on a short cord plugged in. "The Medic goes here!", he claimed as he hit the box with the Ubersaw.
    Kshzzzt.
    An infamous dance appeared on the inhibitor's viewscreen, featuring Haruhi, Yuki Nagato, and that orange-haired girl from earlier, as well as two young men around their age. The text "Most annoying LHS, though not most hated", was superimposed. The infamous song, known to superslinger2007 as "Sunny Day Disruption" but known to others as "Hare Hare Yukai", played. However, dubbed over were the Critic's angry calls of "This is the most annoying song in the world!"
    Medic had just about enough of hearing about the persona's disdain for this song, so he thrust his Ubersaw against the inhibitor.
    Kshzt.
    Another happy song played while clips of another young orange-haired girl played onscreen. However, superimposed over this footage was "Worst LHS and candidate for most hated." An edited version of the Critic's angry call, mixed in with Spy's words, was dubbed over repeatedly: "This is the most I-hate-you song in the world!"
    Medic assumed the song behind the angry phrase belonged to this young girl, but could not understand why she was so hated. She looked innocent and cute enough, and couldn't be... murderous, could she? Medic could not believe what would come next.
    As the song continued, Strong Bad appeared, sitting on his couch. "Dah, I freakin' hate that little kid!" he yelled. "Why'd they ever bring her on the show?!"
    Soldier appeared onscreen. "You will not be missed," he declared with a "loser" gesture on his forehead.
    A crude man appeared. He had a white pasty face with unseen eyes, a red sneering mouth, and a black suit and cap marked with a red "99.97%". He ranted in an unnatural synthetic voice. "Those songs are so f***ing gay, and do you know how much of a teeloader I am?" This man was clearly missing the point of the "annoying song" segments that had just played.
    Spy appeared in his crab stance, having just uncloaked. He slowly positioned himself behind the man, took his knife out, and stood up. He cleared his throat, but the man was too busy ranting.
    "Taking too long with the story makes you gay, you got that?" the misled man continued. "I'd much have the mistress on you pricks if it's the last thing I--"
    POW!
    The spy shoved his knife against the 99.97% man, sending him flying off.
    "Dominated, hippie," declared Soldier.
    "Naturally," agreed Spy.
    Vrrak-BANG! Another green onion missile had launched.
    "Dude, just calm down, alright?" Scout pleaded to the missile, which was now circling quickly above him. "It's just a friendly neighbourhood game!" Scout then took out his baseball and, in a move that no other person like him could do, used his aluminum bat to hit the ball.
    PLING! Whoosh.
    The missile had flown away in pursuit of the baseball. Scout did not realize that a red-haired girl was sneaking by in the distance.
    "What's all the damn noise?" asked Danny.
    "Oh-hoh," the Snob chuckled, "if you think that's bad, it gets worse!"
    Francis looked like he was scanning the area with his red mirror again. He sung to himself, "A hundred bottles of beer on the wall, a hundred bottles of beer..."
    Zoey was in deep thought as well. "I think I hear a witch," she whispered.
    Louis was cautious. "Careful... careful."
    Kshzt.
    "Well," Scout declared, "get ready for the test."
    "Huh. Not quick enough." Engineer had arrived, and knew what he had to do.
    "Go go go!" Pyro mumbled.
    "Ja," Medic agreed. He struck with his Ubersaw again.
    Engineer was on the stage, performing a hoedown to an upbeat electronic dance song featuring his voice.

Sentry, go go down and up and- dammit, gotta move that gear!
This thing ain't on autopilot! Dammit, gotta move that gear!

    Then, four Combine soldiers-- a regular soldier, a Civil Protection officer, a Nova Prospekt prison guard, and a one-eyed elite soldier-- were seen inside Nova Prospekt. They were grooving around to the beat, as if they were on fire. Medic could not help but laugh at the ridiculousness of their dancing.
    Sniper watched Engineer with rifle in hand. He was not pleased at all. "Back to the drawing board, genius!"
    Kshzzzt!
    Onscreen was the text "99.97% signal".
    "You're doing it wrong, you know," a synthetic female voice claimed. "We f***ing hate that." A shotgun being loaded was heard before the signals scrambled again.
    Kshzzztshshzzzt!
    "You don't have an excuse!" Demoman countered.
    Vrrak-BANG!
    "Aaah!" screamed a young girl.
    "Aw, cripe!" Demoman yelled.