"Huh? Oh yeah, that's right… How'd that slip my mind?" Okidogi wondered, perplexed. "Why am I gettin' a feeling we're gonna be free and merge together to bring about the apocalypse, just to be baten by a dragon kid and sent back here with three more people?"
At night, at the Buddy Police Prison, an alarm went off. Gara was making an escape.
"It's a prison break!" A Buddy Police member said.
"We've got a prisoner on the run!" Another said.
And then, a flash of light appeared in front of Gara, as a few Buddy Police members showed themselves.
"Don't make a move." Another member said, as two of them held guns to stop the madman.
"Damn! I can't believe this!" Gara said.
"Squad 3 reporting in. We've found the prisoner and will..." The member was about to make a report but then an explosion occurred beside them.
"What now?!" Gara asked. When the smoke cleared, Captain Metal appeared with a missile launcher, as Hydros, Lythos, Stratos and Pyros appeared beside him, as they fused into one being, a white fox-like creature with red markings, making his face resemble a kabuki mask, clad in traditional Japanese monk robes colored purple and white.
"I've been waiting for you...Gara." He said.
"Who the heck are you?" Gara asked.
"Let's just say, I've been watching you." The fox being, Yoko of the Mayashiki, remarked, as he pulled a briefcase out of a portal.
"This is..." He opened it, as it showed his clothes and his Core Deck. "My Core Deck Case!"
"I have a message for you."
"Huh? What do you want?" Gara asked.
"I seek to make a deal with you." Yoko said.
"What?!"
"Yes, I mean it, join me, and you can get what your heart desires most. As of now the rest of the omniverse has forgotten the First Ones, the Mayashiki, the first spawn of the creators…we were a myth to them. So, I've decided to drag my kin out of obscurity, and lead the mythical empire known as Deadlight, and ensure the Mayashiki never fade into folklore." The demon nodded, as Gara grinned wickedly.
"Lord Vilgax, we are receiving a call from an unknown number," one of Vilgax's numerous robot underlings reported as the warlord was putting the finishing touches on his latest plan to defeat Ben Tennyson and steal his Omnitrix.
Vilgax scowled. "I thought all telemarketers were to be automatically targeted and their planets destroyed."
"This message is from Earth, Lord Vilgax."
"Earth?" Now that was a surprise. Who on that wretched planet knew how to reach him? Against his better judgment, he reluctantly commanded, "Put it on."
Moments later, a hologram of a familiar figure appeared before him. "Vilgax!"
"How did you get this number, Yoko?" Vilgax demanded.
Yoko chuckled. "I have my ways, and your frequency was found from old Plumber logs!"
Unimpressed, Vilgax said, "I'm hanging up-"
"Wait!" the Mayashiki shouted hastily. "You hate Ben Tennyson, do you not?"
Vilgax hesitated. "...Yes? What of it?"
"I am putting together a team of villains to conquer the omniverse, and I figured you might be interested," Yoko explained.
Vilgax considered for a moment. The idea of working with others galled him, but...it wasn't as if he'd had much luck defeating that child on his own. Grudgingly, he said, "All right, you've gotten my attention. Who else is on the team?"
Yoko chuckled. "You shall find out soon..."
"Four shots of whiskey. Just whiskey." Andrew told the bartender. The woman gave him a sympathetic look, but he ignored it. There was nothing sad about his tastes, dammit. He just liked it, and really hated how everyone assumed he was depression drinking. Was it because of how he looked? Profiling? He sighed, his head resting in his right hand.
"Just whiskey, huh?" A voice came from his right side. He was tempted to pull the knife he had in his pants pocket out and stab a bitch. But then again, this was a crowded club, he couldn't exactly get away with that. He lifted his head up and turned to the man who had sat down on the chair next to him. Messy blue fins resembling sideburns and grau hair reaching his back, with a face splattered in fish scalss. British from the sound of it, but he wasn't certain enough that he'd voice his assumptions and whatever accent he had was minimal. He had on a long sleeve black labcoat and red dress shirt tucked into his black pants, and combat boots.
"Yeah, and?" Andrew crankily replied, not hiding his instant distain for the intruder.
"Chill. I was going to say that you have good taste. None of that fifty pounds of juice and sugar idiocy, you know?" The fishman waved his hand as he spoke, rolling his eyes. Andrew felt like he was thinking of someone in particular. Andrew sighed, kicking himself a bit for biting his head off, metaphorically (for now?), about the comment.
"Sorry. I've gotten a lot of shit before. 'Andy, it's battery acid! Andy, how do you drink this shit? Andy, have a drink that doesn't make you want to kill yourself!' How fucking hard is it to believe I just like it?" Andrew took on a similar mocking tone to the man while mockingly copying Ashley.
"Ah, I know exactly what you mean. My allies keep begging me to drink whatever colorful abomination against taste they cook up." He remarked, and then he sighed. The bartender returned with Andrew's drinks and Megafin ordered the same as him before returning to the conversation. "So, Andy is it?"
"Andrew." Andrew corrected, somewhat forcefully before taking one of his shots. He got a nod of understanding in reply.
"Alright, nice to meet you, Andrew. I'm Dr. Maximillian Finsworth, PhD, Megafin as a nickname." He smiled. "So, why are you here? You don't strike me as particularly social." Andrew started to scowl but decided against it. Sure, it seemed a bit insulting. But it also was spot on and he was hardly hiding the fact.
"Prowling for victims, how about you?" Honesty was the best policy, was it not?
"Oh, same actually. You alone?" Megafin replied as nonchalantly as Andrew had. Andrew blinked. Was he serious? Did he know he was serious? Was he fucking with him? Did he think he was fucking with him?