Chapter 5 of GOB-!

Hey ya'll! This week is hitting with a banger episode! Lots of action and gags for chapter 5 - so I hope you find it fun! 

P.S Any comments or updates on wattpad are highly appreciated! Or if you want to read the chapter below, that's cool too! ❤️ 

P.S.S This will probably be my last post for October so Happy Halloweeen! I'll leave you with a link to a video of me creating some spooky concept art for God of Bananas! Enjoy! 

Wattpad:

https://www.wattpad.com/1487768512-god-of-bananas-chapter-5-the-fight-to-escape

Spooky Drawing: 

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DA7ms3wRmAF/?igsh=MWQ1ZGUxMzBkMA==

Chapter 5 – The Fight to Escape!

Of all the things I could’ve turned into… a giant banana? Really?! 

I tried to steady myself, but my oversized head teetered, and my legs wobbled under the weight of my yellow form. My arms had become peels—flopping around uselessly at my sides. Kuzzah, is this some kind of joke?! I thought, feeling a hot flush of embarrassment creeping up my face.

“What kind of sorcery is this?!” the warrior scowled, gripping his aching side and narrowing his eyes. “Did you just turn into a fruit?!” 

“Heck if I know!” I shot back, my voice shrill with panic. Running felt impossible; I had all the grace of a bumbling hippo in this stupid form. 

The warrior’s jaw tightened as fire ignited along his arm, enveloping his blade in a fierce orange flame. “Don’t try to run! You’ll only make this harder than it has to be!” he shouted, lunging toward me.

Run? How am I supposed to run like this?! As I tried to shield myself from his fiery blade, a strange sensation began to take over. 

Suddenly, I was ducking beneath his sweep of flames, his blade leaving a trail of sparks close enough to singe my face. My banana body had reacted instinctively—my peels snapped outward like whips, smacking him square in the chest with a dull thwack!

“Ugh!” he shouted as the impact sent him sprawling backward into a tree. Did I just do that? I barely had time to process it. I had to keep moving, even if “running” meant awkwardly shuffling forward with every step. 

My tiny legs strained to get myself going, but somehow I managed to gain a bit of momentum. Behind me, the warrior recovered, his glare blazing hotter than his flames. If one thing was certain, it was that I needed to lose him fast—or I was done for!

As I scrambled through the brush and wove between trees, each step felt more exhausting than the last. But I couldn’t afford to stop; I could feel his fiery presence closing in, the heat practically singeing the back of my neck. 

“I can’t believe this is happening!” I muttered, nearly stumbling over a tree root. I should have never eaten that stupid banana! I was so focused on dodging obstacles on the ground that I didn’t spot what was ahead of me until it was too late.

WHACK!

I smacked into a low-hanging tree branch. The top of my banana head had hooked onto it, and I swung forward before tumbling down a hill, screaming as I rolled. I crashed against the base of a boulder, pain shooting through me as the world spun in dizzying shades of green and yellow.

When my vision finally cleared, the warrior was nearly on top of me, his face contorting with frustration. “Do you think I want to turn in a kid?!” he growled, raising his hand as magic flared in his palm. “This is the price to pay for anyone who breaks the law!” 

My breath hitched in my throat as fear rose in my chest. Then, out of nowhere, I felt a twitch at the top of my banana head.

Before I knew it, my head split open, hurling pieces of banana with a fierce spin, each slice moving with the speed and edge of a honed blade. The warrior flinched, barely dodging the barrage as two slices struck—one cut across his leg, the other grazing his shoulder. Blood seeped from the fresh cuts, and he staggered, shocked. Did… did I just use a banana as a weapon?!

He spat up some blood and covered his wound. “This... isn’t over,” he muttered as he began to chant something under his breath. Before I could react, a shimmering barrier appeared around me, sealing me inside like a cage. 

Feeling panic bubble up, I slammed my peels against the barrier, hoping it would give. The warrior limped away, casting a final warning over his shoulder. “I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere.”

“Crap! Now what?” I shouted, pounding them again against the barrier in desperation. I tried body-slamming into it, even kicking, but the magical wall wouldn’t budge. I was trapped. 

I glanced around, desperate for anything to help me break free. Kuzzah, if you’re up there, what are you even doing? Can’t you see what’s happening to me? I yelled up to the sky, shouting his name. “KUZZAH! HEY! KUZZAH!” It might have been pointless, but it was all I could think to do.

**

Meanwhile, dimensions away, Kuzzah and Apple arrived at a grand golden city surrounded by fluffy white clouds and a striking blue sky. The spires and domes glistened like polished jewels, each structure adorned with ornate patterns. Every human and celestial being knew of this place. Often called Heaven, the “City of the Gods” was a title that the Seventh Heaven held in highest regard. Its splendor was unmatched, as if the air itself carried a surge of divine energy.

Kuzzah and Apple floated towards a large marble building placed at the center of the city. Beaming with pride, a large grin had spread across Kuzzah’s face. “Phew, finally! The Great Halls of Heaven!” Kuzzah exclaimed, adjusting his golden belt. “Man, who knew birds could cause so much traffic?”

Apple, fluttering beside him with an exasperated expression, was vigorously wiping bird poop off his shiny red head. “You’re just lucky you weren’t in an accident!” he grumbled, scrubbing desperately. 

Kuzzah ignored him, instead taking a deep breath and letting out a satisfied sigh. “Ah! The place looks as mighty as ever, doesn’t it?”

“Y-Yeah, I guess,” Apple mumbled. 

“Oh boy! Wait until the gods hear that I’ve finally got my own champion!” Kuzzah squealed, clapping his hands together like an overexcited fan. 

Apple fluttered over, anxious. “Uh, Kuzzah, shouldn’t we go back to help Chima? Leaving her like that didn’t feel right. She might be in trouble…” 

Kuzzah waved him off. “Eh, she’ll be fine! I’ve got more important things to do, and I’m not about to miss this meeting with the top gods!” He adjusted his golden bracelets and slicked back his hat, which promptly bounced back as he approached the grand doors.

“But—” Apple’s protest was interrupted by the sound of buzzing. His digital watch was vibrating, flashing with warning lights. Apple looked down, his face paling a shade lighter. “Ah! See?? It sounds like she’s already in danger!”

Kuzzah barely spared him a glance. “You take care of it, yeah? She’s your problem now, guardian spirit!” He emphasized mockingly and flicked his hand dismissively. 

Apple’s tiny body was fuming. “You jerk! The birds should have pooped on you!” He huffed as he poofed away. But Kuzzah didn’t care; he opened the grand door and strode through the entrance—the gods’ chatter echoing from within. 

**

Meanwhile on earth, I was on my back pounding furiously against the barrier, desperate to break free. "Damn it!" I rasped, giving it one last, frustrated kick. "No matter how hard I try, this stupid thing won’t budge!" I slumped back up, crossed my arms, and tried to brainstorm an escape plan. If only I had my spear... maybe I’d stand a chance of getting out of here…

I glanced back toward the jungle. I must’ve dropped it after transforming. Too late to retrieve it now. Speaking of transforming... I looked down at my hands and blinked a few times. They were no longer peels! Hey! I’m back to normal!

Just then, a fiery red glint streaked across the sky. Apple burst through the canopy, landing in a dramatic puff of dust, covered head to toe in feathers. "Chima! Sorry I’m late—I heard you were in trouble?!" he said, shaking off the feathers stubbornly clinging to him.

My eyes widened. "Apple?! You’re back?"

"Of course I am! I’m your guardian spirit, aren’t I?" He chuckled, adding jokingly, "I would’ve brought half the bird kingdom down here just to get back to you!"

I snorted. "Heck yeah!"

Apple hovered over to the barrier, inspecting it. "Looks like someone already caught you huh?"

"Yeah, could you hurry and get me out? That guy might come back any second!" I said, glancing over my shoulder.

"You got it!"

In an instant, Apple summoned a glowing ring which circled around him - swiping through the various symbols within it. Images of fruits, metallic objects, and even an elephant flashed past until he settled on a large-bladed stick.

“What’s that? A weapon?” I asked, blinking.

“Yep, an axe! Infused with divine power. Should be enough to break this prison!” he replied confidently.

The weapon materialized, and with a mighty swing, he struck the barrier, shattering it to pieces.

“You did it!” I exclaimed, relief flooding over me as I stepped free. "Thanks a ton!"

“No time for celebrations!” Apple said, hovering beside me. “Let’s get you somewhere safe!” I nodded, quickly following him as we slipped into the cover of the trees.

**

Moments later, an eerie energy began filling the air. The warmth from the jungle had drained as a black portal opened. The injured warrior stumbled through, followed by the mysterious man cloaked in shadow. This time a mask was concealing his face. They stopped at the shattered barrier, surveying the scene.

The warrior winced, clutching his side where Chima’s banana slices had struck. “Sir, she was just here! I had her contained in a barrier…” His voice trembled as he continued, wary of his superior’s reaction. 

The masked figure turned away, his gaze sweeping the area. The scene bore clear evidence of a skirmish—damaged trees, scattered blood, and a single half-banana lying on the ground. “This girl… you say she fought with fruit?” His voice was still cold and unyielding. 

The warrior hesitated, almost too embarrassed to continue. “She… fought with a banana, my lord. I know it sounds absurd, but please believe me. Her body… it transformed into a giant fruit!”

The figure's expression remained unreadable behind the tribal mask. “A fruit-wielding child…” he mused, trying to piece together the mystery. “Do you have any idea who she might be?” 

The warrior faltered, struggling to recall any details. Then finally he froze, as recognition and horror spread across his face. “By the gods… she’s… the high priest’s daughter!” 

“What?” The figure’s posture stiffened, his gaze narrowing as he fixated on the warrior. The warrior’s face grew pale, realizing the gravity of his actions. 

“Oh please, forgive me, my lord! I did not know it was his daughter!”

A tense silence hung in the air. After a moment, the figure’s stance softened slightly, and he seemed to consider his next words carefully. “Perhaps this incident would be best left forgotten… it would be unwise to report it.” The warrior nodded eagerly, relief evident on his face. “Yes, of course… If the high priest knew—”

“Indeed,” the figure interrupted, his voice as smooth as it was menacing. With a swift motion, he drew a dagger from his sleeve. “In fact, all details of what happened here should be erased.”

He sliced his own arm, blood dripping onto the ground as a sickly green energy coiled around the wound. The warrior’s expression shifted to alarm. “My lord…?” he asked, concern flickering in his eyes. “For my sake, as well as yours… no details of this must remain,” the masked figure replied coldly.

 With a flick of his wrist, the figure raised the warrior mid-air with an invisible force, his grip tightening around the warrior’s throat. The man gasped, his body jerking helplessly in the magical grip. “What… are you doing?” he managed to choke out, panic coloring his words.

“Getting rid of the details,” the figure replied with an unsettling peace. 

With a sickening snap, the warrior’s body went limp. His form was tossed into consuming green flames, scattering his ashes into the night. His golden helmet was the only thing left of him, clattering to the ground. 

The cloaked figure turned to the ground, noticing Chima’s faint footprints leading back into the underbrush. His gaze settled on a single discarded banana peel left behind. With a flick of his fingers, it disintegrated into ash.

“So, this is the power of the fruit god?” he murmured, his voice carrying a note of twisted curiosity. “How… quaint.”

END