Friday Night Funkin:
Cosmic Strike!
Episode 1:The Gutter's Call.
The bowling alley is closed. Fluorescent lights are off but neon blacklights from the main lanes bleed in,casting eerie purple and green shadows on the complex pin-setting machinery. The area is a labyrinth of whirring conveyor belts and steel parts. You and your best friends named Boyfriend,Girlfriend,Pico,Skid and Pump are walking inside the bowling alley at the Odyssey Fun Center.
BF:Beep?
Pico:Yeah,whatever. Figured we could snag some free nachos or something. Place is usually crawling with weird stuff at night.
GF:My dad owns this place. He's just cheap. Nothing "weird" here, Pico. Just oily lanes.
Suddenly,the pin-setting machine for lane 6 hums to life on its own. The group stops,staring.
Pump:Did it...just do the Spooky Dance?
Skid:No,it's haunted! The SPOOKY MACHINE!
A panel on the machine clunks open. Inside, five ordinary-looking white bowling pins GLOW with an ethereal energy. One blue,one pink,one orange, one purple and one black. They are covered in black scuff marks.
BF:BEEP BOOP SKDEE!
The group approaches cautiously. Each pin has a small,unique symbol on it. You noticed Boyfriend getting interested in the shiny pins.
GF:They look like normal pins, but...I don't know, I feel like I need the pink one.
She reaches in and grabs the pink pin The glow intensifies. The pin morphs, shrinking and changing shape into a wrist-mounted device with a small pin activation button. A Morpher! A pink LIGHT flashes. Pico,without hesitation,grabs the orange pin. It morphs instantly! Skid and Pump both reach for the purple and Black pins respectively. They,too,change into Morphers. Boyfriend stares at the remaining blue pin. He shrugs,grabs it and it transforms into the final Morpher.
Pico:The heck is this thing? A watch?
A deep,resonant voice that echoes through the room.
Ghost voice:You are the chosen ones. The Cosmic Strike.
The spooky kids Skid and Pump looking around wildly.
Skid:A GHOST VOICE!
Pump:Spooky!
Ghost voice:The balance of the lanes is in peril. An oily entity, the Gutter King, seeks to turn this haven of fun into his greasy domain. Use your pins. Defend the center.
GF:Gutter King? Seriously?
Suddenly,a loud crash comes from the main lanes. They run to peek through a gap in the curtain. A mass of sentient, oily sludge is consuming the lanes, turning the glossy wood into a grimy, slow-moving tar pit.
Pico:Well, I'll be. Guess the old man was right about the "weird stuff."
Ghost voice:Press the pin. Become the ball. STRIKE!
Girlfriend looks at her wrist device. The "pin" button is clear.
GF:Alright,Pin Pals. Time to roll!
The five heroes rush out onto the main concourse. The scene is surreal. The oily sludge,a writhing mass of sentient grease, has fully covered lanes 1 through 5, dripping menacingly toward the seating area. The air smells like old fryer grease and ozone.
BF:Beep bap bop?
Pico:I dunno,maybe the morphers shoot soap?
He presses his orange Morpher button.
Pico:STRIKE!
A flash of orange light surrounds him. When it fades,Pico is wearing a sleek, tactical uniform in orange and black, resembling professional bowling gear mixed with tactical armor. On his back are holsters holding highly polished, heavy bowling balls.
Pico/Orange Striker:Huh. Neat.
GF/Pink Striker:My turn! STRIKE!
A flash of PINK light reveals her in a matching pink and white uniform. Boyfriend,Skid and Pump follow suit with a chorus of..
BF:STRIKE!
Skid/Pump:SPOOKY STRIKE!
Purple and black flashes around them. They stand together as a team! As the Cosmic Strike! The sludge monster shifts,forming a crude face from its tarry mass. The team bowls in unison. Blue,Pink,Purple and Black energy balls soar down the lanes,striking the Gutter King with pressurized blasts. The monster groans, shrinking back toward the pin-setting machines.
GF/Pink Striker:It's retreating to the machinery! If it gets into the system, the whole center is ruined!
Pico/Orange Striker:Not on our watch. Or whatever these things are.