Inside The Game/Part 3

Meanwhile, Hefty was floating disembodied through a strange void full of unusual shapes and colors, feeling like he was being pulled to some unknown place. He couldn't feel anything about himself at that point. It was like being in some strange dream that he couldn't wake himself from, almost if he had been smoking smurfnip or eaten some really strange mushrooms that made Smurfs see unusual things. Then he saw a world with some strange blocky clouds floating over it, with light beams coming from its surface. He was drawn towards that world, floating high over its surface which was made up of hills, seas, and towers until he made contact with one of the beams of light. He soon found himself being pulled down through the light, seeing strange kaleidoscopic shapes as he went down this tunnel of light.

And then the tunnel of light ended, and Hefty found himself standing in a dark room lit up by lines of light forming circuit patterns. He looked at himself and noticed that he was now dressed in body armor that had glowing blue circuit lines all over.

"Oh no, this can't be happening," Hefty said to himself. "I'm only thinking that it's happening. I must have been smurfed to sleep inside Tapper's Tavern by the Game Wand, and I'm in this weird dream. That must be the case."

Then a door opened, and three large beings wearing bulky armor with glowing red lines entered in, each carrying a staff that seemed to glow with energy. "Welcome to Gametron, rookie," one of the beings spoke in an ominous voice. "It's time for you to join your friends in the Cell Grid."

"Cell Grid?" Hefty asked. "What are you smurfing about? Where am I?"

"Move, rookie, or we will force you to move from the transport platform," another of the beings spoke.

When Hefty still didn't move, one of the armored beings struck Hefty with a staff he was carrying, causing such a painful discharge of energy to strike Hefty's left shoulder. "OUCH!" Hefty cried out. "Hey, smurf it easy, you creeps, before I smurf you something you're going to regret!"

But seeing how dangerous these three beings with the staffs were as they raised them up toward him to get him to leave the room, Hefty nonetheless complied. As he walked out of the room, being directed toward what they called the Cell Grid, Hefty saw that he was in what appeared to be a futuristic-looking world where people were dressed in clothes that had glowing circuit lines.

"Well, this place sure looks inviting to smurf in," Hefty said to himself as he looked around at everything in the world he is in.

Soon they reached what they called the Cell Grid, where Hefty could see beings like the ones he had seen in the world put into small cramped cells. "This is your cell, rookie," one of the armored beings said as they stopped near one that was one.

"Who are you calling a rookie, you big smurf?" Hefty said before the armored being just pushed him into the cell very roughly.

"I'd say welcome, friend, but not here, and certainly not like this," a being sitting in the cell next to him said, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

"Okay, just so I can smurf my friends what this dream is all about, where am I?" Hefty asked.

The being in the next cell looked at Hefty with puzzlement, wondering where he came from and why he seemed to talk so strangely. "This is the Cell Grid of Gametron, where Master Sarkamel captures and holds Game Warriors who believe in freedom to unite with their Creators," the being answered.

"The Creators?" Hefty asked, wondering what that meant.

"Each Game Warrior has a Creator that he or she communicates with," the being answered. "Do you not have one of your own before you came here?"

"You wouldn't understand how I got here if I smurfed you, but one thing I know that the first moment I was smurfing a game and then the next thing, I was here being smurfed into this cell," Hefty answered.

"Sarkamel captures all the Game Warriors in the world in the hopes that he can use them for his evil purpose, to take over Gametron and be its master," the being said. "You'll either be part of his Warrior Elite or you'll play his games to get the bits blasted out of you."

"Play his games?" Hefty said. "Well, I'm very good at playing games. I'm a champion at them where I smurf from. What's your name?"

"I am called Zeron," the being answered. "If you've got the skill to play games, you'll survive, but only long enough to keep playing until you're defeated. What do they call you?"

"I'm Hefty."

Zeron pondered on the answer he was given. "Hefty. Never heard of that kind of name before."

To be expanded on.