OH. MY. GOD. Hot Damned is so awesome! As I type this, I'm listening to the SMBP playlist on YouTube. Really nice job with that one. 

Alright, everybody, here comes the next part!
BTW, tell me what you think of it, please. I like feedback, it helps me improve.

II

   Sparks flew as Dr. Fetus began setting up his traps. The saws stayed in one place, but he was getting better. After he ran out of traps in an area, he moved onto the next one, building more and more advanced tricks. He’d love to see Meat Boy get through this!
   He paused at one section, a place that had formerly been home to a raging fire. A bit of a pyromaniac himself, he itched to set fire to it again. So he did. The place was smoking, the flames spreading. He loved the scent of the smoke, the suddenly charred squirrels, unexpectedly dying as their trees burned down. Birds took off into the smoke-choked sky.
   “These saws need more speed,” he muttered to himself. “They have to move, if they’re to properly slaughter Meat Boy.”
   He found himself in a cliff with some parts carved away. It reminded him of a cabin, almost. He put in the necessary sparking saws. In such tight confinement, it would be difficult for Meat Boy to get through. Dr. Fetus would constantly warp Bandage Girl through this gauntlet of areas, watching Meat Boy throw himself on saws again and again, until at last, he gave up. Then, Dr. Fetus would have true victory.
   The cabin-like place reminded him of his childhood. He might have even spent time there. Was this his lab?
   It was! What luck! Finding his very own laboratory from years past. He could still remember all the torture he had caused there...
   A young Dr. Fetus stood outside his lab. Inside, he could faintly hear the whirring and buzzing of saws, and just the slightest whimpers of animals.
   In front of him sat five baby squirrels. They had not yet learned to fear him, but he would teach them the hard way.
   “Here, my little pets,” he cooed, the sweet sounding voice making him sick. Still, it served a purpose. He needed them to experiment on.
   “It’s alright, little ones,” he continued in that repulsive voice. “I will not hurt you, I promise.”
   He toted a small burlap sack behind him, and it rustled the leaves softly as he slowly approached them.
   The squirrels squeaked, and crept closer to him. What thoughts were going through their puny minds? He didn’t know, or care enough to find out. What he did know was that he could influence their thoughts with just a little scent.
   He brought the bag forward. He had coated the inside with the juice from grilled nuts, a delicacy his animal prisoners had found delicious. He had hated that some of the squirrels got a treat before their deaths, but it too, had served a purpose.
   The baby squirrels lunged into the bag, all hoping for a taste of the charred nuts. Quick as a wolf, he yanked the drawstrings tight, and slung the wriggling sack over his shoulder, ignoring the pleading squeaks of the squirrels within. Somewhere, a mother and father squirrel would be missing their children. Served them right. It would be a lesson, to not let their babies go wandering.
   Perhaps they would come looking for the little squirrels. That would be useful, he could trap them as more subjects.
   He got them into the lab, and took them out of the sack one at a time. Some, he strapped to tables, to try out new torture methods. Others, he threw into the gauntlet, to test the effectiveness of his weapons. A few, he saved as his own personal, flaming display. He loved the sound of their screeches as they died. Music to his ears.
   
An incessant beeping drove Dr. Fetus out of his reverie. Meat Boy had entered the forest! Why was he here? Had he already figured it out?
   Maybe. But he hadn’t found Bandage Girl yet. Dr. Fetus hurried, finishing up his work and moving on. Moving saws, shooting saws, saws that were attached to a long metal girder, always spinning.
   Soon, he heard the tell-tale sign of Meat Boy reaching Bandage Girl. He teleported to where she was, and blasted her away with a large punch, leaving a shocked Meat Boy behind.
   He and Bandage Girl reappeared at the top of a cliff.
   “This should give him a little trouble,” Dr. Fetus muttered. He glanced at the defiant Bandage Girl.
   “How did he find you?” Dr. Fetus accused. “Did you call him?”
   “Please,” Bandage Girl scoffed. “We used to always come to the forest to think. There were parts of it that aren’t so horrible, not that you would know.”
   Dr. Fetus just shook his head, locked her up, and warped away. He had work to do.
   Seven recaptures of Bandage Girl later, he had just finished the final area. It didn’t leave him much time to complete his great obstacle. And these temporal portals that were appearing over the forest were a nuisance. A couple times he had fallen into one, but found it boring.
   He set Bandage Girl up behind his traps once again.
   “You’re sadistic,” she shouted. “Doesn’t this ever get old?”
   “Doubtful, my dear,” Dr. Fetus said, leering. “Besides, you’re still around, so it’s worth it.”
   She slapped the glass dome, and he recoiled. She still had fire, and was as flighty as before. He growled, caught between a hatred of her, and a need for her to love him. Hatred won out, and he smacked her before vanishing.
   The pattern repeated, and, having almost finished his little contraption, he simply sat in each area, to watch Meat Boy die. It was amusing, but rather irksome that he just kept coming back.
   As Dr. Fetus watched, he could see the animals running from Meat Boy, and dying against the robotic saws. Dr. Fetus grinned. It was still great to see them die, as well.
   He heard chattering and chirping behind him. He whirled, and saw a bunch of squirrels and birds. Were they...watching him?
   No, that was ridiculous. They were brainless lemmings, nothing more. Dr. Fetus lashed out, snapping a squirrel’s neck, and chucked it at the others, scattering them. Annoying pests. He should have done better to kill them.
   Soon enough, he had placed Bandage Girl behind the forest’s hardest gauntlet of traps. He smirked at her.
   “If Meat Boy reaches you here,” Dr. Fetus said. “He’s doomed.”
   “How so?” she asked, in spite of herself. She was genuinely curious.
   “You’ll see...” Dr. Fetus said with a knowing smile, and vanished to watch the fun.
   And what fun it was! Meat Boy died a good ten or fifteen times, and he hadn’t even come close to reaching her. Those shattering pillars of loose dirt always got him. Dr. Fetus chuckled wickedly.
   All too soon, though, Meat Boy got the hang of it, and the saws that were shot at him, the final obstacle, didn’t even bother him. Dr. Fetus growled as he got Bandage Girl lose in a series of slaps, and warped away. Meat Boy had survived all of his traps. All but the last one...
   Dr. Fetus smiled at the prospect. Tonight, he would complete several of his goals at once.
   Kill Meat Boy...destroy the squirrels forever...and BURN DOWN THE WHOLE DAMN FOREST!!!


Well, there you go. Next part coming soon. Once again, please tell me what you think.

 

I'm also a bit curious, how do you make these? Do you get the sheet music from the originals, and play from that, or can you actually tell what each note is? If you can, that makes you extra awesome.

That would make things alot easier, but no.  I listen to each track and figure out every note.  After I do that I can then arrange my own version.  Also "Hot Damned" should be up tonight.

Wow.  That must be hard to do. Therefore, you are more awesome than ever! Can't wait for Hot Damned, I'll look for it in the morning. Is there an anticipation face in here?

[Chapter 1-The Forest]

Alright, I can't wait that long to post the next part.  
So, here goes.

Chapter 1-The Forest

I

   Fists flying, Dr. Fetus lunged himself at Meat Boy, startling the poor fool out of his love-drunk reverie. His hands and feet smashed into Meat Boy’s face, knocking him back. The cowardly boy tried to hit back, but he was no match for Dr. Fetus’s brute force and cunning mind.
   Dr. Fetus left Meat Boy to bleed a few yards away, beaten to a nearly unconscious pulp. His eyes found Bandage Girl, standing there in stupefied horror. Had she recognized him? He thought not, but she might, eventually. He would help her along, if she didn’t. But not until the time was right. Then she would know what she had done, who it was that had captured her.
   Sprinting forward, he grabbed her tight, and launched himself into the sky, wings flapping. His powers of flight and teleportation were some of the great advantages of his suit. Meat Boy was such a moron, he thought he could contend with the raw power that was Dr. Fetus. Maybe Meat Boy would figure out where the two of them had gone. Maybe not. Dr. Fetus didn’t care. If the boy didn’t show up as quickly, that was more time to set traps. If he did, well, Dr. Fetus would save the best traps for later.
   Dr. Fetus teleported away, a screaming Bandage Girl still clutched in his arms. He reappeared, surrounded by pine trees and scraps of metal. It was a forest, of sorts.
   Large and wide, it had been Dr. Fetus’s childhood world. He spent rueful hours here, his nearly non-existent heart hating the world, only finding solace in his science experiments.
   The forest had used to be a beautiful place, not that Dr. Fetus cared, nor had he anything to compare it against. All its inhabitants had soon learned to fear him after so many had “contributed” to his experiments. The pathetic squirrels, doves, and ravens all took flight at the slightest sign of another living thing.
   Now, though, the forest was a dark and spooky place. Twisted scraps of metal were bent around the trees, digging into their bark, killing them. It suited Dr. Fetus well, all the pain he had caused here. Parts he had even set on fire, and they were still covered in darkening ashes. The forest was now half junkyard.
   These scraps of metal served a dual purpose. With his knowledge of science and mechanics, he quickly created a robotic saw, constantly running and sparking. It only stayed in one spot, but he didn’t care. There was plenty of time to improve later.
   “Meat Boy will save me,” a female voice said behind him. “He loves me.”
   Dr. Fetus turned. In the five reverent minutes it had taken him to build the saw, his gorgeous prisoner had taken time to survey the surroundings.
   “My dear, he cannot save you,” Dr. Fetus said, smirking. “There is nothing you can do.”
   “If he can’t save me, then I’ll escape.”
   Dr. Fetus lunged forward before she had a chance to react, and then she was held over his head in a tight grip.
   “You shall not escape,” Dr. Fetus seethed. “You are no match for all my traps. You would die if you tried to leave, and you do not know this forest like I do.”
   “That’s what you think, you monster,” she replied scornfully. “But Meat Boy and I used to play here as children.”
   Dr. Fetus was stung. They had been here before him? They had been together before he was born? The thought shocked him, shook him to his core. Soon, though, his constant state of comforting fury returned.
   “This forest has changed,” he replied. “It has changed quite a bit. There is more here than you know.”
   Which was true. She and Meat Boy had no idea of what lurked in the deepest parts of the woods, what he had hidden there. But they would find out eventually, when the forest collapsed around them.
   “Could you put me down?” Bandage Girl asked from above him, calm despite the circumstances. “It’s a bit annoying, being up here.”
   “Oh, I’ll put you down,” he growled, and lunged through the woods, still holding onto her. Branches slapped at them, but his lack of flesh meant he felt no pain. Bandage Girl, on the other hand, was a different story.
   “Ow! Those sting, you know,” she called down, but Dr. Fetus didn’t listen. He jumped off of a small hill, landing on an overhanging ledge. He didn’t have time to put traps here, he needed to bulk up on them later on.
   He locked Bandage Girl into the ground, practically gluing her feet in.
   “I’d love to see you get out of this,” he chuckled. “Of course, me getting you out will be rather painful...”
   “I’ll still get away,” she said, overconfident.
   “Your mouth is going to get you in trouble, dearie,” Dr. Fetus grimaced. “After all, I’ve set up a magic proximity alarm, both around you and around the forest itself. The instant anyone enters the forest, I'll know. The moment someone touches you, I’ll be back, to drag you somewhere else.”
   He left her, stunned and hurt, and vanished into the woods. He had work to do.


There you go, another part. Who knows, maybe I'll get carried away and finish the forest today, but maybe not.   We'll see.
Oh, if you find any typos/grammar errors, please let me know so I can fix them. Thanks.

I love these piano covers, I've been obsessively listening to them. You my friend, are awesome! In fact, I'm thinking about making a YouTube account of the sole purpose of liking your videos.
In terms of what I'd like to see, It Ends 2: End Harder and Carmeaty Burana are my top choices, followed by Meat Golem and Devil n' Bass.
I'm also a bit curious, how do you make these? Do you get the sheet music from the originals, and play from that, or can you actually tell what each note is? If you can, that makes you extra awesome.
Finally, about that Super Meat Boy piano...ME WANT! Seriously, nice job designing that.

[The Revenge ofDr. Fetus!]

Alright, I don't know if I'm the first one to post a super meat boy story, but I think I am.   (Edit: Yes, it turns out I am. Cool!)
Anyhoo, here goes. Hope you like it. I present to you...(dramatic pause) THE REVENGE OF DR. FETUS!  


This is Dr. Fetus.
Nobody loves Dr. Fetus.
And that’s why Dr. Fetus hates you!
But most of all...
Dr. Fetus hates Meat Boy!
So he beat Meat Boy up...
And kidnapped Bandage Girl!!!
So what are you waiting for?
Go save her, hero!
SUUUPER MEAT BOY!
   
        Dr. Fetus glared at the insufferable game on the plasma screen, which horridly twisted his tragic story, portraying the wretched scum, Meat Boy, as a hero, and he himself as the villain. But nobody had ever took the time to hear his side of things.
   With an outraged cry, Dr. Fetus wrenched the X-Box out from under the T.V, and chucked it through the glowing plasma screen. An explosion of crackling electricity and fire burst forth, reminding him of the old days.
   This time, things would be different. The world would pay for what had been done to him.
   “I swear it!” he bellowed, and karate kicked the shattered screen.

The Revenge of
Dr. Fetus!

Chapter 0: The Prologue

   
        Dr. Fetus stomped around the smoking wreckage of the television. His black, finely made tuxedo suit and swishing cape were slightly torn by the rubble, but the robotic parts and the glass, monocled dome remained intact, as did his top hat. The explosion was a sore remembrance of what he had previously been capable of, before his second birth.
   His hired servant, Jensen, walked into the room.
   “Really, sir, that is the fourth one today,” Jensen said in a clipped British accent, pulling out a broom.
   “I hate him!” Dr. Fetus replied. “He gets all the attention, and I’m left in the dust, a husk of my former self!”
   “I know, sir. Please, calm down. You know what could happen.”
   Dr. Fetus glared at Jensen. He was in no mood to calm down.
   “I destroyed the world, and he still beat me!” he shouted, making Jensen wince. “I did every single thing I could, to destroy him and make...her...love me, and I lost. He won, dammit, Jensen, he won!”
   “Shall I get another game set up, sir? Shredding Meat Boy against your saw traps always seems to cheer you up.”
   “DON’T SAY HIS NAME!” Dr. Fetus bellowed, lunging at Jensen, who calmly stepped backward.
   “My apologies, sir. Would you like me to?”
   Dr. Fetus sighed bitterly. “Maybe. It does feel good, to see his constant look of surprise when I once again kidnap her, to throw him against Lil’ Slugger again and again, until his blood has caked all...”
   An exultant tone came into Dr. Fetus’s voice, and a glorious look appeared in his eyes, but it soon vanished.
   “But there will always come a time, when, once again, that fool will beat me. I can never play the game, for even if my character wins, I still lose.”
   He growled in frustration and kicked a chair. Jensen nodded, perfectly aware of his master’s vicious moods.
   “Very well, sir,” Jensen said, backing out of the room. Dr. Fetus barely acknowledged his going, instead sitting back on the couch.
   From a shirt pocket, he pulled a battered remote control, with a single button. It was a cruel reminder of what had come before. Before he had fallen, before she had crushed him, before his second birth. So many things he had done with this remote, so many ways to hurt that wretched, undying, skinless bastard. But his second birth had weakened his once sharp mind. The remote had been enough to get him into the world, and to help build him a new suit. That was all.
   He had tried, so many times, knowing that, if he could just repair the remote, he could restore himself to his former glory. In the right hands, that remote had done many things, and in the wrong, so much more. He smiled a bitter, wicked smile at the memories.
   The suit had been enough to get him to the other side of the world, away from her and that bleeding, pathetic beast she dated. Jensen, an unbelievably rich man, had found him, and soon found himself forcibly under the control of Dr. Fetus.
   With Jensen’s funds, Dr. Fetus had managed to take over that part of the world, soaking the soil with the vital juices of his opponents. His mind may have been lost, but he still had his raw, brute strength, and army of powerful supporters left over from the Rapture. He almost regretted the loss of that turncoat, Brownie. He had so much potential...
   With nearly unlimited funds, and Jensen as a personal servant, Dr. Fetus had relaxed into a casual life of luxury, his robotic suit finer than ever, the fluid inside keeping him alive, but he was always bitter, constantly reminiscing about what had been lost. He was nothing more than a common thug, these days. He didn’t deserve the title of Doctor, and he knew it.
   He thought back to his days of conquest. After his childhood, well into his peak years. He had done so much. It had begun with birth, really, but the final segment started in a flurry of fists, and a kidnapping...


There's the first part. I'll post more as time goes on. There should be 7.5 or 15 chapters, depending on how you look at it. The next part will probably be later today. I would put an emote here, but I'm pretty sure Dr. Fetus hates those.