I was awoken by a blinding light, all I could feel was my head pounding as I struggled to regain my senses. Everything felt so... blurry. Something was wrong. I felt as if I had somehow escaped my fate... or was I already dead and this is the afterlife? As my vision came back I realized that no. It couldn't be. Somehow, I lived. I looked around slowly - assessing my surroundings. I had realized what happened as I stood back up. I was surrounded by... shards. But as I could clearly tell the mech and I were unharmed, My suit and tie had no signs of tearing or tattering. I attempted to pick up the shards. However, they didn't budge. I thought to myself, "Am I seeing into a different time line or am I just hallucinating?" I had too many questions, and my head started to pound again causing my vision to fog up once again. After what felt like at least three hours attempting to go back to the way I once was. That god damned headache was gone. Without thinking I muttered out loud "God damn it... you son of a **BITCH**. I'll fucking get back at you." I knew exactly who I was talking about. That red skinless son of a bitch. I decided to take matters into my own hands, and begin plotting my revenge. I figured that being down in this pit is not that great of a place to plot my perfect revenge against that motherfucker and his bitchass girlfriend. Especially her. I will make her life a living hell. I questioned myself, "Huh. Her? Well I don't quite know why I want to make her life a living hell when that fucker Meatboy is at fault here. Wasn't he the one who made me end up in this pit?" Yes. Yes he was. I unsheathed my wings from behind my cape as a test to see if they were damaged. For the most part from what I could see they were mostly undamaged - besides previous non-Meatboy related reasons. No surprises. My wings had sparked a thought in my head though, "Wait, why didn't I use my fucking wings? Come on doctor. THEY WERE THERE FOR A REASON??? Was it because of... GOD DAMN IT." I lost my train of thought. I had then decided that being at the bottom of this pit isn't going to get me anywhere - so I went straight to highest point I could find. Perched atop a pile of collapsed building I observed my surroundings. But then I noticed something. A hand sticking out from a pile of rubble. It was brown. I gasped. "No fucking way. That's not fucking Brownie, is it?" I was shocked. My own creation had managed to follow me. And I hadn't noticed. How did it end up here. It was supposed to be dead, but it seems if the salt didn't kill it. This finished it off for sure. Or so I thought, suddenly, I saw the hand twitch. He lived. I now was presented with a decision. Let him die, or spare him. Of course my indecisive ass chose to just flip a coin that I had in my pocket for times like these. Heads; I let him die. Tails; I spare him. With the coin on my thumb I launched it up into the air. I watched the coin fall towards the ground before making a satisfying clink. It landed on tails. It seemed that luck was on that shithead's side today. I carefully descended towards the pile of rubble that he was underneath, making sure I landed on both feet this time. I saw his hand jolt in fear. It seemed that the thud I made when I hit the ground alerted him. I walked over to where he was and began attempting to get his sorry ass out of that pile. I forced the giant boulder that was where I had believed he was underneath out of my way. With a hearty thud from the boulder. I gasped, "HOLY SHIT. BROWNIE!? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE???" It seemed that Brownie still had some strength as he rolled over to see the albeit shocked face of his own creator looming above him. He muttered, "...huh... you..?" He had definitely seen better days, although that was entirely my fault for throwing several bricks at him back at the factory and for causing the island we were on to collapse on itself and crash towards the ground- well maybe the crashing towards the ground part really didn't effect him. Although, the island thing wasn't directed towards him. That was my attempt at getting the last laugh in regards to *those* two. Although that does remind me to see if they were also caught in the chaos. That inspired me to ask, "Brownie, what happened to *them?*" I saw his expression go from dazed to anxious. He knew where they were - or at least had an idea of where they went. I asked again, with much more anger within my voice, "Brownie. Where are they. Tell me." He finally mustered up an answer, "They- they escaped. I don't know where they went but- They escaped the island." I beckoned back at him, "THEY ESCAPED!? AND THEYRE PERFECTLY FINE?" He answered, seemingly with more confidence, "Yes. They did- I will admit that I helped them escape." I wasn't surprised at all. Of course he did, after all... how else would he repay Meatboy attempting to save his life... I still remember how angry he got when I seemingly had killed Brownie. I dare say it's some the funniest shit ever! I made a synthetic growl at the sentient shit with the mech's built in sound chip before asking him, "So, you are going to work for me. Correct?" He replied seemingly quite tired of my presence already, "Yes, doctor." With his response I grabbed him by his hands and hauled him up before hissing at him, "Then we're going to do this together. If you like it or not, because you know damn well I don't give a fuck." With my own creation back in my clutches I knew exactly what I had to do next, get the fuck back to my lab. With an extra mind, although not as bright as my own, perhaps we could plot the perfect revenge against them, and Brownie's possible knowledge on where they are will be very helpful for this. With one last look at my decimated surroundings; collapsed buildings as far as the eye could see, everything in a dull monochromatic haze, dust being pushed around by wind. It felt strangely beautiful looking at my own destruction. Then I gave a hearty flick of my wrist and a snap of my fingers, summoning a Warp Zone that lead back to my lab. "Brownie, you go in first. I will follow behind, and do *not* stand directly underneath the exit Warp. Unless you want to be crushed by exactly 266.6 pounds of robot." With my warning Brownie went into the Warp Zone, and after approximately what felt like 7.54 seconds (presumably enough time for that shithead to move out of the way) I went in. Chapter 1 End >.
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