My IGN: The Movie! PART FIVEDecember 3, 2012 by

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"Hey," The man said, kicking Fantaff's lifeless body. "Hey buddy, wake up."

Fantaffx was still lying on the ground in the middle of the parking lot when he began to open his eyes.

"What...." Fantaff began slowly. "What happened?"

"You've been shot." The man answered.

Fantaff pulled himself up into a sitting position. He then unzipped his jacket and ripped a bullet from his bulletproof vest and tossed it aside, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Shit," Fantaff said. "I've got such a headache. I feel like someone clubbed me with a bat."

"Actually," the man responded. "You've got a bullet lodged in your skull."

"WHAT!? How.... How did it....? How am I...? I'm okay?" Fantaff asked in a panic.

"Well, you're alive." The man answered. "But not without some serious side effects."

"What do you mean? What kind of side effects?"

"Well I think amnesia is a pretty obvious one."

"My memory? That's it? That's all I've lost?"

"Oh, you didn't lose them Fantaff." The man laughed. "They've just all been passed on to me."

"What? That doesn't make any..." Fantaff began. "Wait... How did you know my name?"

"Well that's the other side effect." He answered. "The bullet in your head did quite a bit of damage to your temporal lobe."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you've developed a sort of split personality. That would be me."

Fantaff stared in shock at the man, not sure if this was all a joke or not.

"That's crazy." Fantaff finally answered. "You expect me to believe that getting shot in the head caused me to create a new personality?"

"Well, that is what happened. I can't really control if you believe it or not."

"That sounds like something a 17 year old kid would make up in a shitty short story!" Fantaff laughed.

"He's 19 actually."

"How do I know you're not just fucking with me?" Fantaff asked.

"5th grade. Show and Tell. You threw up when it was your turn."

Just then, Fantaff's head was flooded with memories from that day in his fifth grade class.

"Oh my god. You really are me, aren't you?"

"That could be up for debate, actually. Maybe you're really just me, did you ever think of that?" The man asked.

"Holy shit." Fantaff mumbled, still in amazement.

"But we don't really have time to dwell on these types of things. The man you were just shooting at stole your car, and judging by the police car you were shooting at, we don't have much time until the cops show up."

"What.... What should I do?" Fantaff asked, still confused about everything around him.

"Jesus, do I really have to walk you through all of this? Steal the police car!"


Fantaff stood in a daze for a few seconds before snapping back into reality. He ran over to the police car and climbed into the driver's seat. The minute he sat down he noticed the man had already appeared in the passenger's seat next to him. Fantaff stared at the steering wheel for a while, then turned to look at the man.

"I don't remember how to hot wire a car." Fantaff said.

"Oh, for god's sake! 11th grade auto shop!"

Fantaff's head was once again flooded with memories from that specific event in his life. In a matter of seconds he was able to climb under the dashboard and get the car started. He broke out in a relieved, yet hysterical, laughter.

"Oh god! I did it!" He laughed. "Oh my God.... I can't believe I'm even alive!"

"We have a whole drive ahead of us to be thankful for that, so just step on it!" The man responded.

"So, should I call you Fantaff 2, or something?" Fantaff asked. "I mean, you need a name."

"Just call me Axle." He answered.

"Alright then." Fantaff responded as he drove the police car out of the parking lot on the search for Sinful.



"So, now what?" Hatho asked as he and Kasumi were leaving the gym.

"You heard the guy," She answered. "We've got to find Charlie's brother."

"But we didn't even get a name for the guy. How are we supposed to figure out who the brother even is?"

"With good old fashioned detective work."

"Wouldn't it just be smarter to go in there and ask him?"

"Look," she said seriously. "I don't want to ever have to talk to that man again. I'm sure Sinful might know something about Charlie's brother, anyway."


The two detectives exited the gym to see broken glass and a missing squad car. Kasumi angrily turned to look at Hatho.

"You left a suspect alone in the car!?" She shouted.

"I was trying to help you!" He yelled back.

"I didn't need your help! I never asked you to help me!"

"You know, all I'm trying to do is be a good partner!" He screamed at her. "And all you do is boss me around and act like a total bitch! I can see why they had so much trouble filling the position of being your partner! I bet the last guy quit just because of you!"


Kasumi's eyes were filling up with tears. Hatho was a little shocked to see any kind of emotion from his partner, and suddenly regretted everything he'd just said.

"Don't ever," Kasumi angrily said. "EVER say anything like that about my last partner again."

She crossed her arms and began walking to the parking lot alone.

"Where are you going?" Hatho asked.

"I'm going to go find Sinful," She said without turning around. "Do you want to help, or not?"

Hatho couldn't help but smile at the fact that his partner actually suggested that he was capable of "helping". And he was willing to take a victory wherever he could get one.



I don't really have much to say, other than I'm still working on fitting everyone into the story. Don't worry, I constantly check back through the comments of PART ONE to see who all asked for a part. So I will not forget you!

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