1. Cheeky stared at the lava flow, questioning the safety and legal rights to this sort of challenge. But he digressed. After all, all those fights he's had with fire types surely would've helped prepare him for this. Gathering up his courage, Cheeky leaped for any available landmass that were within reach. A few times, he had to climb up the side of the mountains in order to get past a ravine or broken-down bridge. He had close calls when the paths were narrow and the rocks were unstable, even getting his fur singed at one uncomfortable point where the current was quick. But nevertheless, he held his head high, and tried to imagine how the end would be like, and if his teammates were doing better than him. (He certainly imagined Charlie having a grand ole` time in this field.)
Upon reaching the end of the canyon, and hopefully the valley, Cheeky grew a little too excited at the thought his passing the volcanic valley was over. The eruption of geysers startled him out of his fantasy land, and out of habit, started running and screaming at the top of his lungs for the straight path, trying hard to keep his stability dashing through quakes.
2.Cheeky couldn't help but utter a cry of disbelief at the scene. It was the dreaded stage he had always feared playing Brawl with his Trainer. He glanced around him in distress, feeling ready to panic.
“Whoo hoo!”
Suddenly, by a push of weight to his head, Cheeky fell onto a flat surface with his face. He snapped his head up in time to see Mario land in front of him and run off. He blinked. Nintendo crossovers, shot through his thoughts, and the wave of panic came. Looking behind quickly, he watched with horror as a crowd of characters from various Mario games (that he knew of, anyway) charge right at him.
He screamed and scurried off, only to fall down a gap in the middle of the path. Oh, right. This is a 2-D field. He was thankful he landed on a windmill, at least until he saw a large stylus looming above him. His eyes widened. "No way!" he shouted, jumping off the windmill just as the stylus began doodling in the same spot he was in. Screaming, he ran through the blank canvas of a world, dodging and getting stuck in various obstacles the dreaded item kept creating from thin air. A Goomba landed on his head at one point, supposedly from the crowd, and he ran into several Boos hoping to scare him, only to blush bashfully and hide in his point of vision.
He finally had enough and sent a Thunderbolt at the stylus, expecting it to malfunction and stop creating the world of nonsense. It only shot digital ink at him, splashing into his face. He cried out in surprise and frustration, stumbling back and tripping over his feet. He felt himself fall, and regained his vision in time to see the ground below him appear. Cheeky landed head first and rolled onto his back. A small, victorious-sounding beep blasted through poorly-drawn speakers, and a jerky flag waved pitifully over a pole. The famous Mario Brothers theme of stage completion played, and he watched as Mario darted past him into a castle (poorly drawn as well).
Cheeky sighed, picking himself up. What other choice did he have?
3. It wasn't long before Cheeky found himself floating in the emptiness of space, thankfully inside a space suit, staring out at the billions of stars and scattered space dust. Looking around the best he could, he noticed a bright star however-many-miles away, its beams stretching across space. Blinking, Cheeky turned to find a large, sky-blue planet not too far off, pure white clouds lazily drifting within its atomsphere. He mouthed like a Magikarp in amazement, seeing an almost-exact replica of Earth. He's heard of his Trainer blabbing on about other "Earths" before, but he never thought he'd see one himself. And it had so much green where the continents were, even on one that he swears look exactly like Africa...
"Holy schnizz!" he gasped, trying to find other look-alikes of familiar planets. They were too far away, of course, but he could swear he saw something red glow in the distance, possibly Mars copy. "She was right all along! The next chance I get, I'm writing her to, unwillingly of course, admitting she was right."
Flailing around his limbs trying to find a way to regain movement, he noticed a cord floating along, attached to nothing in particular. It was... peculiar. Nevertheless, it was the only other thing out here besides the Earth. Shrugging, he grabbed hold of it, and was immediately pulled sharply in a single, straight and narrow direction. He couldnt help but scream, shooting off at a velocity not even the Legendary Dogs could reach. Cheeky ended up jerking his arms upward, and the cord changed direction, forcing him to shoot straight up.
When he grew used to the change, he yanked off to the left, and sure enough, he was led to the left rather harshly. Getting the feeling this cord was the only way to get him out of the solar system he was in, Cheeky gripped on tightly and dropped his arms below him. He twisted around in a tight loop when the cord fell, cricking his neck in the process. Praying he wouldn't get a severe case of whiplash, he controlled the cord any way he saw fit; if he wanted to go diagonally, he went diagonally. If he wanted to go straight to his right, it obeyed, going faster with every change of direction.
Up, down, side-to-side, lopsided, any sided word there was, Cheeky accomplished it, looking for a way out, whether knowingly or not (he couldn't tell, and he was getting motion sickness from it all). All he knew was there being a distortion in space that seemed suspicious, much like hyperspace/drive in the space-related movies his Trainer enjoyed watching. With a small groan, he closed his eyes (a wrong move, but he was getting sick of watching the stars blur around him) and forced his arms straight above his head. He felt his stomach lunge at the sharp tug of the cord, and his body tightened painfully, stretching perhaps, until he smashed face-first into solid ground.
Before losing consciousness, he blearily opened his eyes the best he could and saw a tiny ant scurrying up a blade of grass through the spiral. Moaning, Cheeky emptied out his stomach before passing out in his sick.