A large steel lab door opens, revealing a dark figure. He’s wearing jeans, a long jacket, and a dirty fedora. His hands are held behind his back as he walks, a wicked scary smile on his face. The hat hides his eyes, his dirty blonde hair is seen out the back though. He walks through a large room, filled with temple pillars, statues of strange humanoid creatures, and neon signs everywhere. Most of them smiley faces, sad faces, and angry faces. A few other signs simply say words, like “BLAST” and “HIGH.” He passes all this as he walks to the end of the room, with some counters and tables filled with laboratory equipment, large computer screens everywhere displaying different tv shows, and finally, a large pipe organ, currently being played right now. The figure in the fedora smiled an even wider smile, as he speaks.
Fedora Figure: (Wickedly happy) Conner!
The person playing the organ flinches, turing around using the stool he was sitting on. Its a young man dressed in a dirty tux, with small little pins on the collar of the jacket. He’s wearing round black glasses, with a huge scar in the shape of a “C” on his face. His hair is spiked, and jet black.
Conner: (Startled) How many times have I asked you not to sneak up on me like that!?!
The man raises his fedora, revealing his eyes. His right eye is green, strangely shaped like a cat’s. His left eye, along with his cheek is covered with a strange mask with bizarre markings on it. But these markings connect together show a fake left eye, triangular, with a square pupil.
Fedora Figure: I lost track…..please tell me its finally here!
Conner: Oh…..actually yes, I was just about to open it when-
He already ignores Conner once he pointed to the large box on one of the tables. The Fedora wearing figure runs over with a savage glee, ripping it open, packing peanuts flying everywhere.
Conner: (Annoyed) Just….go right ahead and dirty up my floor…yeah…..
Fedora Figure: (Wickedly happy) Conner, my boy, you have no idea how much this makes me happy! For nearly two decades I’ve waited to say these words to you……good job!
Conner: (Confused) Uhhh…..ok?
In his hands is a cube, with strange markings on each side of it. They looked like faces with expressions. Conner adjusts his glasses, using a broom to clean up the mess of packing peanuts as the Fedora figure pets the cube, giggling to himself.
Conner: Messenger…..did you stop taking your meds again?
Messenger: (Annoyed) And you wonder why I don’t praise you more often.
Conner: (Annoyed as well) Well excuse me, just the last time I saw that look on your face, I was out pocket and hand cleaning up after your business….five times to be exact!
His wicked smile returns, clutching the cube in his right hand and raises it. This causes the cube to glow, as holograms of various faces appear, from happy, sad, angry, feared, and shocked. Conner looks in shock, then back at Messenger.
Conner: (Nervous) I can’t believe it…..you’re seriously still considering this. The Crows will kill you, no question about it now. I’m sorry I ever took part in this.
He attempts to walk away, but Messenger pulls him back, arm around his shoulder.
Messenger: (Wickedly happy) Maxie does excellent work, doesn’t she?
Conner: Messenger, please reconsider….
Conner is pushed into the pile of swept up packing peanuts, as Messenger giggles hysterically, walking around with the cube.
Messenger: (Wickedly happy) Nonsense, Conner my boy! Whats wrong with playing god a little? No hurt, no foul, honestly, learn to live a little.
Conner’s head pokes out of the peanuts, look of worry on his face.
Conner: (Nervous) My time has come….this is it. This is how I’m gonna die….
Messenger: Probably one day, Conner, but luckily thats not today. Cause today we live more than we have in quite a long time!
Conner: (terrified) G…G…Groovy……
He forms a fake smile, then sighs with his head descending back into the packing peanuts.
Conner: He’s….actually gonna do it…..