It has been almost three years since the Chilli Con Carne incident...

Cities were destroyed, lifes were ruined, families were lost in the endless tomato sauce in which they lungs were drowned in hot and spicy, red sauce. But luckily for Ian, right before the monstrous C.C.C.I, and right before he was cornered in a forest, having his back stuck to a massive concrete wall, facing a monstrous giant meatball and moments before he would be consumed, the heroes that go by the code name of "Mainline", had saved me, by slaying the giant monster with an arrow that they struck inside it, which had the formula of sweetness inside the metal and sharp top.

Amazed as he was, Ian couldn't speak not even word out, he was still in shock and awe. The only thing that realized all of the sudden, was their different colored thick foil suits, that suited each of them perfectly, along with white masks that had one long and deformed hole, that was covered by a thin material.

"Nice shot, 0"

Said one of the masked people.

The rest of them went back to their black motorcycles, slamming down their heels on the pedal, which took out roaring sounds of the engines, while 0 quickly went towards Ian that still had his back stuck to the wall. Landing his hand to help him, 0 asked the boy:

"Come with us if you want to be saved"

Not knowing what to do, Ian had to accepted his request knowing that would be the only way that he could be safe, for now.

The other crew members left already, leaving trails of red-dust behind them, cruising through the forest like  a fly trying to escape someone's house.

"Where are we going?"

Asked Ian, trying to find a place to keep his hands on, so that he would not fall of the motorcycle.

The rider turned the keys towards the outside and started accelerating to catch up with the others.

"To save the world"

Said 0, without turning his head from the look of the road.

Around ten minutes later, they finally left the forest and arrived at the top of an hill, where they could see the picture of their current world. Red dust all over, yellow skies, roubles left from homes, hot sauce rivers that were hot as lava, meatball monsters wondering the land, small and big, thin and thick, all kinds, but they were all had the same amount of ferociousness, and the spaghetti vines that were coming down from the same yellow sky, covering parts of the land, like an dense jungle.

The riders took themselves off the motorcycles and set themselves around an boulder where they could explain their plan.

"0, go around this plan one more time, so that this new guy will know it too"

Said one of the riders, with purple suit.

"Around the saucers, we will all go in SILENCE. If anyone makes even the slightest sound, the saucers will come from the hot tomato sauce and drown us in the hot sauce which will burn your skin off in seconds, and dissolve your bones in under 30 seconds"

"What are the saucers?"
Asked Ian, gulping nervously

"It's a ferocious type of meatball monster that lives in the hot tomato sauce lakes, it has 12 hands and will do anything it could to take you with him"

Ian wasn't quite sure if he wanted to live or save the world, it was a very though decision for him to make, he just didn't care enough to save the world, him doing good was enough.

"One and Five will cut through the Spaghetti trap and at the same time jungle

-Trap, then why are we going there?!
Though Ian to himself, very confused

"Damn Spaghetti vines, that is how we lost Four the last time"
Groaned ragefuly, One, slamming the back of fist in the boulder, from which a slight sound of bone crack was clearly heard.

"Next, Two and Three, will prepare the explosives to take out the hardest surface on planet earth, the BEAN WALLS, which will help us pass.

"Um... excuse me, sir, what will I do?

"Follow me, but keep quiet, and do whatever I tell you"

Said Eight, rolling up the map and putting it inside his dirty, grey backpack.

Ian nodded respectfuly, locking his eyes with Eight's eyes.

"Mainline, let's take down those mother of condiments!"

Exclaimed Eight, the leader, who had all white, aluminium clothing.

"Aye, aye!"

Exclaimed all

One hour of riding on their black motorcycle's, Mainline has arrived at the "Mother of all condiments volcano", which had rivers of hot and boiling red hot sauce flowing down from the top, steaming like a freshly cooked dinner, and from which, the meatball monsters were being born from.

First, they went through the "Saucer", where they walked steadily on a long and meaty floor, inside a cave, that had only a small way for a pathwalk, and the rest was just red hot sauce, from which, a boiling steam that made your whole body itch.

The order of walking was; 0 and one, two, three, five, eight, Ian and Seven.

One of Ian's shoes accidentally slipped on the red and soft rocks that were spread all around the path, but one quickly catched him, making a sound of metal cling inside his backpack, from the quick flinch.

Boiling bubbles came from inside the red sauce and seven thin and pink arms came from inside it, firmly grabbing one all over his body, burning his clohtes by only touching him. Seconds of holding him, while the rest watched him in pure silence and shock, each of them thinking of a way to save him, but there was no way they could, so they could stare or look in another way.

Before the Saucer would drag one, inside the red sauce, Ian took out a machete from inside 0's toque, and cut two of the arms, with two quick movements of his arms, freing one, who quickly tapped his clothes to stop them from burning.

A high piched and eerie scream was heard from inside the walls and an head slowly risen' itself up from the hot sauce. The walls were moving and dust was falling, that was when they knew that the cave was about to collapse. They all ran towards the exit as fast as they could, but in that moment the twelve eye'd Saucer, with one broken horn and deformed mouth, made it's appearance, seeing all of them and locking in on a target. More than half of them made it out of the cave safely. The Saucer extended it's long and deformed arms towards them, but in that specific moment, a boulder fell from the cave's rocky roof, and broke four of the Saucer's arms, giving 0 and one, one last chance to escape, that they took gladly.

Without even catching a breath, eight thanked Ian for helping out one, and than he told the rest to keep the walk at a high pace, so that the full meatball moon would not come.

They arrived at the Spaghetti jungle, where there was a long and thin hair-thin, Spaghetti, at every half of an step.

One and Five did as the plan was, took out their machete's and started cutting through the vines like butter.

Suddenly, the Spaghetti vines started shaking and wiggling in a weird and taking short pauses between the wiggles, which was followed by eerie high pitched sounds.

Something that all of them realized, was that the eerie pitched scream was a bad sign. They all started to run between the Spaghetti lines, but one of them held down One by his left foot.

"ONE!"

Screamed 0

"He's gone, GO!"

Yelled out, Eight, grabbing 0 by his arm and dragging him.

One was raised by his left foot, and the other strands of spaghetti, grabbed him all over his body, firmly curling around him, breaking the bones in his body in a matter of three seconds.

Ian looked back, shook by what he saw, as the other strands of spaghetti slowly but surely, followed the heat inside his body. 0 came back and and dragged Ian by his shirt's sleeve, yelling at him, but all what he heard was a muffled and eerie sound, that was maybe his end, something that he couldn't see or feel, it would just happen, like it happened to One.

They took shelter inside an creature that was eaten by the meatball monsters, and rested for a few moments

"Where are seven, two and three?"
Asked Ian, looking around confused

"The strands should have gotten them too"

They broke the shell open in two sides, one where Eight left, baiting the strands, trying to fight them by struggling his way deep in the spaghetti forest, and in the other exit, where 0 and Ian left, running away towards the mother of all condiments.

Loud words were coming from Eight, but Ian and 0 didn't look back, they had to continue to run and go to the Mother of all condiments, no matter what.

They took a broken wooden piece that fell of a tree due to an unknown reason, stuck a long of pieces of aluminium under it, from 0's clothing, and used the hot sauce to climb upwards, right on top of an reverse stream.

On the way up, 0 gave Ian a small bottle with the sweetest sweetener that was ever made, and told him to break the glass open inside the volcano, mother of all condiments.

Suddenly, the Saucer from before, catched 0, who quickly threw mid-air, the small bottle with the liquid inside it, before getting dragged inside the hot burning sauce, by seven long and deformed hands.

"Zerooooo!"
Yelled out Ian, getting himself on the edge of the plank, trying to extend his arm towards 0, but it was already too late, and the Saucer was too quick.

Ian arrived at the top of the volcano, where it had an empty space inside, with red sauce flowing out from the walls, defying the gravity somehow. Ian only saw red, nothing else, something that he will never forget. He broke the small glass inside his hand and let the liquid drip down inside the volcano, as well as his blood too, from the sharp pieces of glass. The same Saucer tried to not let him do it, but it was already too late. The Saucer screamed his eerie, high pitched scream, while Ian was smiling joyfuly with an open wound inside his stomach, burning and bubbling with red hot sauce from the inside and the outside. It let go of Ian, who fell down, unconsciously inside the volcano. Seconds after. A loud noise was heard and all the redness turned in green. The volcano grew  different colored and formed flowers from the inside and outside. Grass filled the grounds and water turned back to it's normal crystal-color, bright-blue color.

They made it, after all the sacrifices, the Mainline did it, they saved the world, and Ian matured, something even he didn't knew that would happen.