2 High Moore

Somewhere, in another dimension, there's a robot sheriff that goes by the name of "F4R5H73Y-01" otherwise known as "Farshtey" (Appearance: Grey, metallic skin, short sized, sky blue glowing robotic eyes, metallic teeth, dark brown cowboy hat, and a dark brown outfit that covers everything except his hands, neck, and head. He can also transform his hands into grey arm cannons with sky blue colored energy) And he was the protector of a little town.

He was programmed to help out other people, and give order to everyone around him, however, everyone in the town, except for the only three women that live in said town, disrespect him at every turn. Like bringing up the fact that he keeps making funny falls, funny tantrums, and his lack of intelligence make him a favorite target for the mean-spirited folk. However, he still protects them because that's what he's programmed to do.

Meanwhile, Synthwave embarks himself in his own first adventure solo, trying to find people to save, and today was his lucky day. It was a desert with a little town in it.

He enters the town, everything seems really peaceful, until a voiceover says:

"EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY! MOORE IS COMING TO THE TOWN, I REPEAT, MOORE IS COMING TO THE TOWN IN ONE HOUR. ALL PEOPLE ARE ADVISED TO STAY IN THEIR HOUSES AND NOT COME OUTSIDE, FOR MOORE HAS CHALLENGED OUR CLUMSY BUTT OF A SHERIFF TO A GUNFIGHT. YOU BETTER NOT FAIL THIS, YOU DUMB BUTT ANGRY BUTT OF A SHERIFF OTHERWISE KNOWN AS F4R5H73Y-01 OTHERWISE KNOWN AS FARSHTEY!"

Then the voiceover laughs.

"Oh my god, that was a funny insult, wasn't it? Am I right? Oh, right. But yeah, Moore is coming to town, be very afraid... Oh? What 's this? A child is missing, you better find her before he comes... Dummy. This is going to be a fight of the clumsies!"

Synthwave: Moore... Hurm.

Meanwhile...

Farshtey: I swear, one day I AM GOING TO TEAR DOWN THAT DARN DEVICE!

Helen: But, we need it!

Farshtey: Yeah-! But-! ... Yeah, you're right, Miss Helen.

Helen: Bad news, not only that poor child went missing, but also my gun.

Farshtey: Here miss, let me help you.

Helen: Thanks a lot, Farsh, but please go and find the child, I'll go and try to find my gun.

Farshtey: As you wish.

He tried to open the door, but he ended up crashing on the wall.

Farshtey: WHO PUT THIS... WALL HERE?!

Now he opens the door and sees Synthwave there.

Farshtey: Let me guess, you're going to make fun of me, punk?!

Synthwave: No. I don't know you.

Farshtey: Wait a sec... This is the first time I see you.

Synthwave: Yeah, this is my first time here.

Farshtey: Huh.

Synthwave: You're the sheriff?

Farshtey: Yup.

Synthwave: I am Synthwave.

Farshtey: F4R5H73Y-01, but you can call me Farshtey.

Synthwave: So... Do you need my help against Moore?

Farshtey: I would appreciate that, kid. Also, can you help me find the little ma'am?

Synthwave: Of course, I am glad to help.

So they go and search for the child for half an hour. Farshtey keeps searching, while Synthwave keeps his expectations low. But then he sees a trash can moving... And then Synthwave opens the can.

Child: Don't hurt me Moore!

Synthwave: It's ok, it's ok. I am one of the good guys. Are you hurt?

Child: No...

Synthwave smells something.

Synthwave: At least it's not the scenario I dreaded.

Farshtey: Kid! Did you find the miss?

Child: Mr Farshtey!

The child goes and hugs him.

Farshtey: Oh, don't worry, lil maam, I am here!

Finally, they went to her house, and brought her back to the house, safe, sound... But smelly.

One problem less. Now Synthwave and Farshtey go back to the latter's office to try to find Helen's gun.

Helen: Hello, Farshtey!

Farshtey: Hello, Miss Helen! This is Synthwave, he's going to help us with that outlaw.

Synthwave: Honor to meet you, Miss Helen.

Helen: What are these... Glasses?

Synthwave: Assuming you're from another place way different from my own... These are sunglasses. A special kind of sunglasses, to be exact.

Helen: Can I see you without them?

Synthwave: NO! Uh... I mean, no. Shall we find that gun?

They proceeded to continue to search for the gun, but later...

"MOORE IS HERE! MOORE IS HERE!"

Farshtey: Oh, son of a gun...

Helen: Don't worry about me! Do the best you can, Farsh!

Farshtey: I will.

Synthwave: We will.

Farshtey: "Wewill?" What 's that?

Synthwave: You know... That I will help you too.

Farshtey: Oh, right, thanks a lot, kid.

Synthwave: Let's go.

Farshtey: Why not?

Synthwave and Farshtey go outside. Moore, and his partner, Alan, were waiting for the duo to show up.

Moore: Well, well, well... If it ain't the dumb sheriff. And who 's this? Will 2.0?

Farshtey: Wait, WILL?! WHERE ARE YOU, COWARD?!

Synthwave: He's referring to me, and no, I am not Will 2.0. I am Synthwave.

Moore: Heh, like I'd care. Anyway, you are going to die, as well as this little town.

Farshtey: Not if we can stop it! DROP THE GUN ON THE SAND! Before I-

Moore: Nope.

He unloads his pistol and shoots at Farshtey, who manages to dodge the shot. Alan does the same with Synthwave, who also ended up dodging it.

Synthwave: Alright... Let's see how effective you are without them.

Farshtey keeps shooting at Moore, constantly, but then he also dodges it moving just from left to right and right to left... Not that his method of dodging is changing.

Alan is trying to find Synthwave... But then Synthwave gives him a surprise attack, knocking down the gunslinger.

Synthwave: Dull.

Farshtey and Moore are... Doing the exact same thing as before. But then Moore trips over, and Farshtey keeps pointing at him, while also approaching him.

Farshtey: You are under arrest, Moore!

Moore sighs.

Synthwave carries Alan on his back.

Synthwave: Alright Moore, time to see what you can do-

He sees Farshtey apprehending him.

Synthwave closes his eyes and sighs.

Helen: Hey guys, I found my gu-

The good guys were standing while the bad guys were in handcuffs.

Helen: Oh, well done, Farsh! You too, Synthwave!

But no matter if Synthwave and Farshtey manage to catch the evil outlaws, Farshtey still gets mocked by the vast majority in the town, then Farshtey did something that would shut up the entire town:

He drops his star on the sand, and approaches Helen.

Farshtey: Can we just go before I end up shooting someone?

Helen: Sure.

Then they both leave, and Synthwave keeps standing there.

Synthwave: Well... My job is done here.

Meanwhile back at the office, Farshtey is talking to Helen.

Farshtey: Why is it that everytime I go outside I get RIDICULED BY THESE MORONS?!

Helen: I don't know.

Farshtey: Listen, Helen... I am still going to protect people no matter what, but with this town... I believe that job is yours for the taking.

Helen: Really?

Farshtey: Yes... If you'll excuse me, I am going to the bar. Trying to reflect on this whole thing.

Helen: Hey... Thanks, Farsh.

Farshtey: You're welcome, ma'am.

Then Farshtey goes to the bar and sees Synthwave in there.

Farshtey: Hey! Kid!

Synthwave: Oh, Farshtey. Hello. Wanna join in?

Farshtey: Sure.

Farshtey sits.

Synthwave: So... You decided to stop being the sheriff in this town?

Farshtey: Huh? How do you know that?!

Synthwave: You dropped the star. You know, this whole Moore thing felt like something that came out of a certain 1952 western movie.

Farshtey: What is a movie?

Synthwave: It's... Hard to explain, but once you'll see it, you'll know.

Farshtey: Ah, ok.

Synthwave drinks water.

Synthwave: Some dull criminals I beat up. I previously fought against a giant spider... And it was more entertaining than this.

Farshtey: Was that spider attacking people?

Synthwave: Yes.

Farshtey: Any casualties?

Synthwave: Destroyed stuff, not destroyed people.

Farshtey: Well done, that's the one thing that matters, kid.

Synthwave: Thanks.

Farshtey: Anytime.

Farshtey taps his fingers for a bit.

Farshtey: So, from what town are you?

Synthwave: Well... It's complicated, I'm from another dimension.

Farshtey: What in the sam heck is a dimension?

Synthwave: A reality different from yours. Anyway, that's more or less like a job that I am doing, saving people, helping out others... You know.

Farshtey: You know? I want to help people. Not these sons of guns, but other people. Thankfully, Helen is now the sheriff.

Synthwave: Good.

Farshtey: So, anyway... May I join you?

Synthwave: Hurm... Deal.

They both shake hands.

Meanwhile, in another dimension, there's a millionaire seeing a lot of contained energy around him. The millionaire smiles.