Summary: W is trapped in Extreme form. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
“Looks like another one's going behind bars.”
Philip chuckled, bringing his hand up to his face. “Don't they all?”
“You've got a point there, partner. Great work.” Shoutarou lifted a hand to the W Driver and pushed the left arm of the device. Nothing happened.
“Shoutarou, is something the matter?”
Shoutarou tried again, but to no avail. “The driver won't budge.”
W's right hand gave a few firm tugs of the arms of the W Driver. True enough, it refused to move from its current position. The Extreme Memory was locked in place.
“Hmm, that's strange. The Extreme Memory should have ejected by now.”
“So, any ideas how to remove it?” Shoutarou asked. Philip was the genius between the 2 of them; he ought to have a few clever ideas.
“I'm researching that now.”
Philip browsed through the Planet Bookshelves. A few options present themselves.
“I've completed the research.”
“That was fast. You only took 3 seconds this time. Did you upgrade your RAM?” Shoutarou joked.
Philip ignored Shoutarou's comment and continued. “Let's try option 1: force the driver to close.”
The detective gulped. Somehow, he had a bad feeling about this. “How?”
“First, we'll need a crowbar, some bubblegum and rubber bands.” Through the bond, Shoutarou saw Philip's grin. That berserker expression of Philip's was never good news.
Shoutarou mentally stared in disbelief at Philip through their bond. “I don't get it.”
“It's simple. I figured if we attach elastic materials to both sides of the driver, the arms would be under tension, forcing them to possibly snap together.” Philip explained as if it were supposed to make sense.
“But why bubblegum!?”
“And the crowbar...”
“In case the Extreme Memory still doesn't eject, we'll pry it apart from the W Driver.”
Shoutarou groaned. If they didn't find a way to reverse the transformation, he'd be stuck to this maniac forever. “For a genius kid with all the knowledge in the world, you've got strange ideas. What other options do we have?”
“Option 2: make the Extreme Memory eject itself.”
Shoutarou sighed in relief. At least this one didn't sound as bad as the previous suggestion. Besides, the Extreme Memory usually ejected by itself. “That sounds much more plausible. Alright, so what do we do?”
At the top of Fuuto Tower...
“Philip, please don't tell me you're going to do what I think you're going to do.”
“I believe your guess is correct. By sustaining sufficient damage, the memory might be forcefully ejected.”
“But falling from this height!?”
“Don't worry, Shoutarou. According to my calculations, W should be able to survive the impact.”
“You've had strange ideas before, but this is RIDICULOUS!!!!” His last word was drawn out as W (or rather Philip's half) stepped off the top of the city's iconic landmark. The black, white and green knight plummeted towards the concrete ground below.
A loud thud was heard as citizens of the windy city saw a blur of colours collide with the ground, bringing up a cloud of dust. Due to the weight of the Kamen Rider's additional armour, a miniature crater formed below the warrior.
A young boy slowly approached the strangely attired man in the crater despite his mother's warnings. He whipped out his toy phone and rotated half of the phone, revealing a plastic calligraphy brush tip. He then proceeded to poke the man on his side.
To his surprise, the man stirred, waving his left hand while trying to climb out of the small crater he had created.
“Little boy, please stop that.” Shoutarou groaned in misery. True enough, the extra armour the Extreme form granted had absorbed most of the impact. However, this didn't mean the users of the W system would be able to escape injuries.
A red figure appeared before them. Through the red bug-like eyes of W, Shoutarou saw a familiar face.
“Terui, go away.” Shoutarou muttered.
Ryu sighed, before shooing the curious onlookers (and the little boy) away with his police badge in hand. He returned to W, who finally recovered from the shock of the fall.
“What did you think you were doing, Hidari?”
“Don't ask me, ask the guy I'm stuck to like a Siamese twin.”
“Philip? What's the meaning of this?”
W shook his head lightly to dislodge some concrete debris from his head fins. “We can't undo the transformation, so we tried to weaken ourselves to remove it.”
Ryu paced around the crater. “Perhaps you need to sustain a different kind of damage.”
“Or maybe we can just jump off a higher structure.” Shoutarou said sarcastically.
“Tempting suggestion, Shoutarou, but I've got a better idea. I'll need Terui Ryu's cooperation for this to work, though.”
Ryu prepared his Engine Blade.
“Are you sure this will work, Philip?” He asked from behind his red helmet.
“In theory, yes. Receiving damage from a Memory might provide the right conditions for the transformation to reverse itself.”
“You're kidding, right? We're about to be blasted by a giant 'A'!” Shoutarou exclaimed.
Philip shrugged and simply turned W to face Accel.
“Terui Ryu, we're ready when you are.”
Shoutarou grumbled. “Speak for yourself, research freak...”
Ryu activated his Gaia Memory.
Shaking his head, the crimson Kamen Rider slashed the air, creating streaks of energy in the shape of an 'A'. He sent it forward, hitting W straight on. The tri-coloured Rider staggered back, but emerged relatively unhurt and unchanged.
“That was a big failure.” Shoutarou groaned in pain.
“It's getting late, Hidari. I have to return to the station. Maybe you should retire to the agency first.” Ryu suggested, undoing his transformation as he walked back to his motorcycle.
W watched as Ryu rode off. Shoutarou tried to stifle a yawn, but failed. This, however, gave Philip another idea.
“That's it, Shoutarou!” W's right hand snapped its fingers.
“That's what?” Shoutarou asked wearily, hand hovering over his currently non-existant mouth.
“Option 3: use up all of W's energy.”
“What did that have to do with my yawn?”
Philip simply smirked as he led W back to the HardBoilder.
At the Narumi Detective Agency:
“Tadaima, Aki-chan.” Philip called out of habit.
“Okaeri, Philip-kun.” Akiko replied without looking up from her laptop screen.
“Aki-chan, where do you keep the exercise equipment?”
Akiko paused her video briefly and pointed at the storeroom. “Everything's in there.”
“Thank you.” W walked toward the storeroom.
From the corner of her eye, Akiko noticed something odd.
“Philip-kun, you weren't wearing green, white or black when you went out earlier, were you?”
She glanced up and screamed upon seeing W in all of his tri-coloured glory.
“W-WHAT IS THIS!?”
“Calm down, Akiko. We're just having a few technical problems for now,” Shoutarou replied as W entered the pitch-black storeroom.
Digging around a messy storeroom was never an easy task, especially after the lamp above had blown long ago. “We've really got to change the lightbulb one day.”
Philip paused. Wait a minute.
“Shoutarou, keep talking.”
“Hah? Okay... how many Akikos does it take to change a lightbulb?” As Shoutarou spoke, the room was briefly illuminated by W's left eye. It wasn't much, but it would do, thought Philip.
“How many?” W tossed an old chair out of the door, narrowly missing the coffee table.
“3. 1 to smash the lightbulb with her slipper, 1 to order others to clean it up and 1 to order others to replace it!” Shoutarou broke out into laughter.
“I don't get it.” Philip deadpanned.
Eventually, they found what they had been searching for.
“Alright, let's go!”
W put on the headband, wristbands and slung a towel over his shoulder. He started jogging on the spot, creating small tremors as he did.
“We'll be out for a bit, Aki-chan.” Philip called out as W jogged down the stairs.
Akiko watched as W exited the agency, then shrugged and returned to watching her drama.
Meanwhile, W had begun jogging along Fuuto's quiet streets.
“Why do we even need these?” Shoutarou gestured at the bands and towel.
“It's important to have the right mindset while exercising.” Philip simply replied, as if he were reading out of a book. In fact, that could have been exactly what he was doing that moment.
As W continued his jog, pedestrians watched as the surreal scene took place. Who would have guessed even Kamen Rider needed to keep himself fit?
The boy from earlier tugged at his mother's shirt. “Mommy, look! It's that strange man!”
His mother could only gape as she watched the city's protector ran past them, sporting accessories which didn't seem to belong there.
Eventually, the duo Kamen Rider slowed to a stop, panting heavily. “This isn't working, Philip.”
“Hmm... we're out of breath, yet we still have energy to continue. I believe the Extreme Memory is fueling us with the extra energy.”
“So what now?” Shoutarou asked, frustrated. It's been nearly 5 hours since they transformed into Cyclone Joker Extreme. As much as he liked the extra power the W system offered, he really wanted his own freedom again.
“There's one last option we have: Sleep.”
“I think Akiko's asleep.” Shoutarou noted as they quietly snuck into the agency. The lights were out and there was a lack of mayhem which usually followed Akiko whereever she went.
“Good. Now we just have to sleep.” W shed his band and haphazardly threw the towel away.
“Good night, Shoutarou.”
“Good night, partner.”
“I can't sleep.”
“Then perhaps this will help.” Philip grabbed his Stag Phone and played a song.
“Ah, Naturally healing edit. How soothing...” Within moments, Shoutarou fell asleep. Shortly after, Philip joined him in dreamland.
The next morning, Shoutarou woke up to a strange sensation. The surface below him didn't feel very comfortable or soft.
“Shoutarou, could you get off me please? You're much heavier than I am...”
Startled, Shoutarou rolled off his partner, crashing into the floor.
“Well, looks like it worked.” Philip sat up, checking that everything was in order.
Shoutarou brushed some dust off his vest as he stood up. “Yeah, but why?”
“Perhaps sleeping fools the Extreme Memory into thinking we're unconscious and automatically ejects it.”
“That was an interesting sight, Shoutarou-kun. This is definitely going on 4chan!” Akiko teasingly waved the Bat Shot around. On its tiny display was a gallery of photos presumably taken throughout the night, while the 2 males had been sleeping on the same bed after reverting back to their human selves.
As Shoutarou chased Akiko around the agency, Philip simply poured a cup of coffee and watched as they hit each other with Akiko's slipper.
“Those two would make the perfect couple,” he remarked as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Hmm... tastes like instant coffee.”